Hello all! Okay this one is definitely NSFW!

It was Thursday night and Winnie felt like a little girl as she watched the Angels try to cut down the four-one lead the Jays had over their west coast hosts. The next day was her birthday, the most magical day of the year, even more than Christmas for her. September twenty-fifth was her day, it was all hers and nothing and no-one would ruin it for her.

There was only one year where it had completely sucked and that had been when Winnie was in her undergrad; that had involved her boyfriend going down on her despite her protestations she'd felt disgusting and then him losing his shit when she got her period as she was achieving her orgasm. That was far and away the most disgusting experience she'd ever had, and she'd beaten Spike with one of his goose-down pillows when he'd almost fallen out of bed laughing at her.

But as she'd gone through that nasty bit of business a week and a half before, Winnie knew herself well and knew that her body was in its 'only my very manly man' phase which meant there would be most excellent birthday sex. She would be treating herself to some seriously hot lingerie so that she would be a yummy chocolaty treat for Spike after the birthday party he'd plan for her.

That was definitely a first - a boyfriend planning a party for her without Winnie knowing what said event was. In university, she'd always planned surprise parties for her friends and always planned her own, it would have been rather obvious if she wasn't included in the scheming of a birthday fete. Winnie could suspect who the key players would be but she wondered who else might be invited beyond Team One. Maybe some of her university friends? Unlikely, since the majority of her girlfriends were other female cops. Her mother definitely not - this was the kids' night, as it were - and also a no for Pietr, Rachel and Aaron as they were hosting a family dinner to equally celebrate Aaron's completion of the 5 kilometre Terry Fox Run on the twenty-sixth.

'And why are you worrying about things like that right now?' she asked herself aloud as the game went to a short commercial break and decided it was time for some pre-midnight ice cream. 'It's a party that your boyfriend is planning for you, because he loves you and we're both just too chicken shit to say it.'

Winnie stopped as she opened her fridge, saw the photo of the two of them from the weekend at the Lane cottage; the way she was smiling at him, the way Spike smiled at her made her giggle. Of course he loved her, it was there on his face. Winnie closed her eyes, let herself think of how hot and dirty things had gotten that night. Too bad her man was on nights or else they would be watching something from the shelf labeled Me-Time to get him in the mood. Ah well, what was wrong with getting a little head start? Maybe she might see some cute-but-trashy lingerie in one of them, it might give her some ideas for something to stash away for a special occasion with Spike. Like that trip to Italy they were planning; maybe they could have a little afternoon delight in some by-the-hour motel between the airport and the vineyard where his cousins lived.

When her phone began to ring, she groaned a little. 'Why do you have to interrupt my fantasies?' she whined, then changed her tune as she saw it was her sexy man calling. With a little grin, she picked up using what she liked to call her burlesque voice, low and sultry and dripping with innuendo.

'Well hello Constable, do you want to come over and interrogate me? I should warn you the radiator is broken in my apartment so I'm eating ice cream while wearing a nice...little...lacy...nightie that hardly covers anything up.'

Winnie giggled when she heard Spike swallow audibly as she pictured the expression on his face. 'Really,' was all he said.

'Why don't you come home see for yourself?'

'I'll be there in seven hours, birthday girl?'

Winnie glanced over at the clock on her oven, grinned - Spike was right, it was twelve-oh-one; she was officially the birthday girl. 'Still think I'm sexy now that I'm thirty-four?'

'That just means you've got another year of experience,' he replied.

'Nicely handled. What are you really doing?'

'Eating ice cream in my nightie, although it isn't lacy and tiny, it's the purple cotton one that says Toad-ally Not a Morning Person with the sleepy frogs.' Winnie opened her freezer, made sure she stuck her face in for a few extra seconds to cool her hormones off for a moment or two. 'Ooo, should I have the triple chocolate, the salty caramel or the raspberry poppy seed?'

'Raspberry poppy seed, that way you won't have sugar-mouth in the morning.'

'Good call.'

Spike shifted a little in his seat, glad he was making this call while he was alone in the vehicle while he waited for Sam to finish getting their coffees at Tim Hortons. 'Are you out of bowls and licking it off your fingers?'

'No, just digging the spoon into the carton. Why?'

'Remember what we tried with the tiramisu?'

'Oh yeah.' Winnie breathed it out on a fond sigh. 'That was fun.'

'Maybe I should pick something up for your birthday breakfast to try that since I'll just be getting off.'

'I won't touch that one, babe,' she laughed. 'It's too easy.'

'You're filthy,' Spike said with total love in his voice, then saw Sam leaving the coffee shop. 'Gotta run, birthday girl, I'll see you soon.'

'Bye.'

Getting through shift that night was absolute agony for Spike, and not just for the fantasies he kept concocting about what his girlfriend was doing on her own time tonight. There was the fact too that being with Sam had meant that listening to him talk about Jules and the baby meant he was not only being a supportive brother but a guy listening to his bro brag about all the sweet hormone-addled third-trimester sex his wife was giving him.

The moment he'd clocked off, he was in his truck and zipping towards Blue Jay Way without a second glance backwards. Spike knew that meant the rest of the team were probably teasing him behind his back about waking up his girlfriend properly on his birthday but he couldn't argue with them - that was exactly his plan for when he slipped into bed beside Winnie.

Parking in her designated guest space, he headed upstairs with his key to her place, quietly opening the door and shutting it once more, locking it for good measure. He dropped his bag, stripped off his clothes but for his boxers in the bathroom before he headed into the bedroom. For a moment he just smiled, leaning against the door frame as he watched Winnie. She was so beautiful when she slept; it was a natural talent of hers that she could look like she was just closing her eyes while she posed for an invisible camera. She was also wearing the pyjamas of his fantasies - the bedsheets tucked and twisted from her usual tornado spin when she slept alone that let him see she was wearing only a lacy hot pink thong. Her dark hair tumbled down her back in a satiny waterfall, and from this angle, Spike could see one graceful hand tucked neatly in a little fist near her heart.

'I love you so much, Win,' he murmured, then moved to slip into bed so that when she woke she would be in his arms. To his surprise, Spike did not wake her which meant she was probably in a sugar coma from her ice cream a few hours before. He settled her temple against his chest, closed his eyes as he rested against the pillows.

The next thing Spike was aware of was the butterfly touch of Winnie's fingers on his cheek, making his cheeks bunch into a smile. He squinted, let his eyes open fully when he saw the light coming from her bedroom window was gentle and warm.

'Hello sexy man,' she murmured.

'Hey sexy birthday girl,' he replied. 'What time is it?'

'Just after nine. You've only been out for an hour and a half.'

'Oh yeah? You know when I got here?'

'Michelangelo.' Winnie smiled. 'I woke up when you crawled into bed, I saw it on your watch since it was so close to my face.'

Spike glanced at his wrist, saw he'd yet to remove his watch. 'It's a bomb-guy thing,' he scoffed, making Winnie laugh. 'So...how should we start this day off?'

'The best way possible,' Winnie replied, twisting so she was sprawled on top of him. She planted a kiss on him, her tongue tracing over his lips. 'And birthday girl gets what she wants on her special day.'

'Yes she does.' Spike slitted his eyes as he gave her a playful look. Then with lightning quick moves, he flipped them so they were upside down in Winnie's bed, her lush body on display for him. He ran his hands down her sides to her hips, stopping at the band of lace he found there. 'Are you attached to this particular item?'

'Not really, why?'

With a small display of his strength Spike gently gripped the delicate fabric in his hands and shredded it away from her body. He watched her eyes go dark and huge when he tossed it away before he sank down on top of her, his touch feather-light as he kissed her. He felt her hips shift against his, her legs moving so that her body cradle his.

'Spike, do whatever you want to me,' Winnie sighed, 'I just want to feel you with me.'

'Of course, Winona.' Spike kissed her, this time cupping her breasts in his palms as he did so. He saw her eyes glaze over at his attention to her body, and he lowered his head once more to plant a little trail of open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, tracing down her front until his tongue rasped over the heated peak of her breast.

Winnie moaned lightly in delight. He'd figured that trick out long before they'd first made love, that her right nipple was a particular hot spot for her libido. She arched her back, pressing her palm against the back of his head to keep him there. 'Mike,' she sighed, 'that feels so good, so good.'

She felt herself dampen for him, become wetter as his fingertips brushed her other nipple; it made her moan more deeply, her long legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer to her most intimate places. He was, without a doubt, the best lover she'd ever had; he was indeed the only lover she'd had, for there had been no one like him before now - they had only been sexual partners. The way he treated her body, taking pleasure from what he made her feel, how he made her tremble and shudder, this was how a lover worshiped on the body of another.

Then his hand streaked down between their bodies, and Winnie felt Spike brush against her trigger. She choked out his name on a gasp of air, her thighs tightening around him. His fingers slipped back and forth, back and forth creating a delicious friction that made her go slick with desire for him. Her lip caught between her teeth when she felt him slip one finger, then two inside her, draw them out slowly.

Spike watched her surrender to his touch; she'd said he could do as he pleased to her and what he wanted was to see her face go lax with lust for him, those liquid brown eyes drawing him into her. 'So beautiful,' he murmured, touching his lips to hers. The lean forward changed his angle and he could hear her breath shorten into little gasps until she was sobbing his name. He felt her clench around his fingers, hips grinding and arching off the bed.

'Mike, I'm so close, so...so...close...so...oh! Oh god yes! Yes, Mike more,' she cried out as the orgasm flooded her senses. Winnie vaguely knew he hadn't even gotten naked entirely, and was nearly delirious with need for him. 'More, baby.'

'Of course, just...'

Spike popped up to strip off his boxers, grabbed a condom from the bedside table; when he turned back he nearly came too soon. Winnie's eyes were closed, her hand slipped down between her thighs where she was gently caressing herself. 'Jesus you look hot, Winona,' he told her, 'but allow me.'

He brushed his hands down her legs, circled her ankle so he could lift it to rest over his shoulder. When he joined himself with her, slipping inside that sweet wet heat, he heard her moan his name, the vowels extended into gloriously long syllables.

'Make it dirty.' Winnie heard her voice, the breathy honey-love quality of it as she lifted her arms above her head. 'From behind, baby.'

Spike nodded, withdrew and had to grind his teeth when his girlfriend rolled languidly to her stomach, arching so her hips thrust up against his. She had no idea what those simple little moves did to him when she was so lost in what her body and soul wanted. With one hand braced on her hip, the other smoothing down her back, Spike thrust himself inside her; the sound of pure, guttural pleasure Winnie made had his head swimming. HE set the pace as she requested of him - down and dirty, alternating quick shallow strokes with long and deep slow ones, until he felt her clench around him, all but screaming his name as she did but he held on until he'd driven her up a second time before he welcomed the oblivion of his own orgasm.

Spent, hell nearly shattered, Winnie actually felt her toes curl into little fists as she sighed his name over and over and over again. She turned her neck, saw he was laying beside her, chest heaving with one hand rsting on his stomach, the other above his head. 'Michelangelo Scarlatti, happy birthday me,' she said with such reverent bliss that it made Spike find the energy to laugh.

'Are you sure it isn't my birthday? The way you turned over to your stomach like that, I was thinking I'm the lucky dog.'

'We're both lucky,' Winnie decided, then turned to lay on her side so she could ogle her boyfriend's very fine ass while he left their bed to deal with the condom. 'It's a good way to start off a new year of my life.'

'I agree,' Spike called out before he shut the bathroom door and Winnie giggled as she stared at the ceiling. Oh, God, she felt good. Good and loose and sexy and loved by a man who was good and smart and sexy she loved right back.

Now if only you could get over yourself and damn well say it, that would be the perfect birthday, she thought.

'So.' Spike strolled back in, comfortable in his body as he flopped back down beside her. 'I'm awake now.'

'I bet.'

'How are we going to spend the next part of your birthday?'

'I'm going to get up and shower, and you...' Winnie scooted closer, planted a sweet kiss on his lips. 'Are going to go get some sleep.'

'No, I'm fine.'

'Really? Don't yawn right now.'

Spike tried with all his might but it was to no avail - his jaw lowered widely in a huge yawn. 'Curse you, Constable Camden.'

'Ooo, cursing the birthday girl whose got relatives in the Carribbean? Not too smart, Constable Scarlatti. Besides I don't want you falling asleep on me later because I have some shopping plans this afternoon and I wanna see your face when I...'

Winnie trailed off, grinned as she saw Spike's eyes had already closed and his breathing had slowed to a sleeping rhythm. 'Sweet dreams, baby,' she murmured, and with a kiss on his brow went about finding a towel.

Twenty minutes later, after indulging in a long hot shower, Winnie was making her traditional birthday breakfast of a gourmet BLT, brie cheese with red pepper jelly and green apples, and French bread grilled with olive oil topped with fresh pineapple. She was just putting the finishing touches on her toast when her phone rang; she grinned at seeing Jules' name.

'Hey mama!'

'Hey birthday girl! You ready for today?'

'Tonight, you mean,' Winnie corrected her absently. 'Party starts whenever Spike says, he's being very mysterious about the whole thing.'

'No, no I mean today. Leah, Sophie and me are taking you out for a proper girls' day for lunch, maybe some mani-pedis and of course picking out something for you to wear to make Spike think it's his birthday.'

Winnie blinked, shook her head. It was still a little rattling to remember that she had female friends from Team One, they weren't just work colleagues anymore. Plus it did sound like exactly what she should be doing on her birthday. 'What time should I be ready?'