Hey everyone - no i didn't drop into a lback hole, it's TIFF time! hop over to Twitter ( merrcherr) to see my photos, just search for hashtag TIFF15 and you'll see all the fun! THis one is mos-def NSFW so enjoy with a cool drink!


The morning of his birthday, Spike awoke tand was greeted in the kitchen with the two best possible sights he could have asked for - Winnie in her comfies, standing in her usual flamingo style at the stove while making breakfast.

'Oh, happy birthday me,' he moaned in genuine pleasure. 'Are you my gift? Do I get to unwrap you?'

'But then you have to wait for French toast with homefries and bacon.'

'I love you but you have to wait for giving me birthday sex,' Spike replied with hesitation. 'You got in late last night.'

'Shift was done at ten, and then Dottie needed a drink and some girl talk. Living with two men is making her a little nuts now that the new-toy glow is fading.'

'She changing her mind?'

'Oh of course not, it's the same things you and I went through when we were first living together.' Winnie leaned back, turned to kiss his cheek. 'Dottie grew up with a brother, but in their family it was very much a boys and girls are totally separate mentality, and her brother is six years older, so by the time Dottie was twelve, he was at university and had the run of the house as a teenage girl.'

'So now she has two grown men used to living as bachelors- or one is, and one is a bachelor again.' Spike frowned in thought. 'Wonder if Moise has accidentally found Dottie's lacy underthings mixed in the hamper by accident yet.'

'Dottie prefers satin, and if you're wondering if Moise has played coppus interruptus to my bestie-sister, that one I'm not telling you.' Winnie decided on the spot to kep the story Dottie had told her about Moise slipping a note under their bedroom door one morning with the words 'Shared Wallls, Lovebirds' in his fastideous handwriting. Moise had been through enough gossip over his divorce, he didn't need more just yet. Instead she switched off the stove and turned to set down her spatula and give her birthday man a great big kiss. 'But in the meantime, grab a plate handsome, because breakfast is served.'

'Everything looks delicious but I think...' Spike rubbed his hands up and down her sides, licked his lips at the look in her eyes. 'Food will have to wait.'

'Mike, really? The kitchen floor?'

'Nope.'

'The kitchen table?'

'We've done that one too.' Spike tugged his shirt over his head, pulled hers up; he loved the way her breats bounced when her clothes were coming off. A quick pull of strings and both pairs of sleep pants dropped to the floor in near perfect tandem, leaving them both naked from head to foot. 'Nope, I have a new place in mind for this birthday.'

So saying, he pulled her over to their kitchen table but rather than lay his beloved on the polished wooden surface he sat down in one of the chairs and tugged Winnie into his lap. He let his eyes go greedy, wandering over her breasts - he loved the way her nipples were already caramel pebbles - down to her tummy - it was never as flat and ripped as Winnie wanted, but Spike loved the smooth fluid line of it despite her self consciousness - to the vee of her thighs fitting snugly, perfectly, against him.

'Winona, you are the most beautiful woman in the world,' he told her, laying his lips on her throat where her pulse was already starting to pick up tempo. 'Everyday i get to be with you like this, it makes me thankful you came into my life. And baffled.'

'Baffled?'

'Yeah, how i got so lucky that you actually fell in love with me.'

'Mmm, know the moment I knew I would be with you forever?'

Spike blinked, leaned back a little to look in her beautiful eyes. 'No, actually I don't know if you ever told me that.'

'Me neither. I just knew it.' Winnie grinned, pressed her palm to his cheek and nipped at his earlobe. 'And now, it's time for the birthday boy to start his day off right.'

Spike barely had time to form the words in his brain before Winnie was slipping out of his lap, to her knees between his legs, her smooth palms resting tenderly on the tops of his thighs. With butterfly light kisses that drove his blood pressure thorugh the roof as she inched higher and higher, she teased and tortured him in the best possible way until he felt her lips against the hard length of him, the tip of her tongue grazing so delicately over him that he was certain he would black out.

'Jesus, Winona,' he wheezed out, his unsteady hand finding its way into her tangled dark hair. 'Oh, god, thats feels good.'

'Mmm, just good?'

'Really...fucking...good,' he moaned as she worked him, lips and tongue and touch alternating in perfect rhythm to make Spike certain he was going to lose his mind entirely. The way she caressed him, the skim of her lips over his jewels, the swirl of her tongue over his head had him inching forward on the chair; when he managed to peel an eye open, he saw the way Winnie's had moved between her own thighs, heard her own muted murmurs of delight. 'Win, don't let me come in your mouth, baby.'

'No?'

The answer was so sweetly innocent in contrast to the erotic decadence of getting such excellent head from his fiancee that spike had no chocie but to laugh in the low throaty way that made Winnie feel like Wonder Woman - sexy and inviincible. 'No, I wanna see that look in your eyes when I'm inside you when you come for me.'

'Ohhhh yeah,' Winnie sighed it out, felt her fingers play over her slick flesh; when she heard his bereat hitch in its rhythm, she rose, eyes going wide as she sat in his lap. He grabbed her wrist, licking her fingers that had been touching heself and gave alittle shudder that had her nipples going to pebbles once more. 'Happy birthday, my love.'

So saying, she reached down to take hold of his member and guide into her warm, welcoming vault Her hips began to rock, and Spike let her set the pace - it was her sexy wake-up gift to him after all - as his hands stroked up and down her back, then pressed agaist her body to hold her close against him. When he felt her first shudder, sensed her nerves scramble for release, Spike pulled her in for a mind-searing kiss as she whimpered and moaned into his mouth; a few scant minutes later, when he felt the tide ebb and return, rise up in her once more, Spike tipped his head back as Winnie's mouth attached itself right at the base of his neck, teeth grazing lightly on his kiss as he came on a yell of triumph and emptied himself into her.

They stayed together, twined on the chair like an art-nouveau's model, the while trying to make their brains work again; finally it was Spike who spoke with such lazy satisfaction he was certain it would carry him through to the wedding.

'Well, if that's what I get for breakfast, I'm going to die a happy man by dessert tonight.'


By the time the party guests began to arrive, there was no hint of kitchen hanky-panky - a phrase Spike had given Ed grief over more than once, yet felt it suited their morning antics perfectly today - but the same could not be said for Spike, who'd been forced to chose his wardrobe carefully so as not to let anyone from his family, work or personal, see that massiver hickey Winnie had give him before they'd shared a delicious breakfast.

It took Aaron's eagle eyes as they were getting stuff for burgers ready to notice anything, but as they were alone in the kitchen while Winnie fired up the brand new gas barbecue - her birthday gift to him, as she knew how much Spike loved grilling everything year round - he poked him near the collar bone.

'Did you take a hit at work or something, like those rubber dummy bullets?'

'No, why?'

'You got a bruise, there, you...' Aaron trailed off as Spike swore, turning red as the tomatoes he was slicing. He was no nitwit, and being a teenage boy full of raging hormones, he knew exactly what it was and how it got there based on that single reaction from Spike. 'Aw, man, don't you two have any self control?'

'And here I thought I'd be lecturing you about keeping it in your pants,' Spike volleyed back; his emotions settled a little more into place when it was Aaron who went red, suddenly became very focused on the onions being diced. 'Dude, did you and Dev-'

'No!'

'But something happened. Spill.'

'Alright, alright, we were watching the Jays game at my place last night, just us alone in the basement, and...things, um, got hot.'

'How hot?'

'She...we...I went down on her, and she did the same for me,' Aaron blurted out on a rush, flushing near to fuchsia. 'First time we've done that, and...it was fucking amazing, Mike, it was...wow.'

'That's what it's like when you're in love and it means something. Can be good if you just need release, but as you've had a skanky whore for a girlfriend already, I don't think I need to tell you the difference.'

'Nothing like that ever felt that good with with Lucia, it was...mechanical,' Aaron decided, 'there was no really big rush of excitement and...'

'And?'

'Lucia didn't...she didn't...sound like Devon does,' he admitted, face still aflame. 'You know?'

Spike thought of the way Winnie had whimpered and trembled that morning in his arms. 'I do know. Like I said, when you're in love, it makes a world of difference.'

'Hey speaking of different, we saw Moise last night, he was with some girl,' Aaron said, glad to have found an escape hatch so his head didn't explode. 'Looked like they were having a good time.'

'Oh?' Spike's attention hadn't been lost once, despite the gear change from Aaron's life - he knew what it cost him to share details like that, and would only do so when he really wanted some soundly brotherly counsel. 'Was she pretty?'

'Yeah, she was really short, though, it was kinda funny since he's a tall white guy and she had skin like Raf's, you know?'

The minimal description had Spike pausing a moment. Short curly hair?'

'Yeah, but not like afro curly, like here-' Aaron made a chopping motion near his jawline '-with those big fat curls like Gabby has, you know Winnie's mom'

'Huh. Interesting. Moise said he was just hanging out last night,' Spike mused, unsure of what to think of Aaron unwittingly giving a description of Audrey Taylor. 'Maybe I let you grill him on it, so you can get some back, huh?'

Aaron offered a fierce grin, identical to Winnie's when she was in scheming mode; nothing made his egp bloom like hanging with Spike's cop friends. 'Now that's a great plan.'