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Chapter 27: Happy Birthday, Baby!
Buffy checked the bag again, making sure the blue string bound the gift-wrapped box perfectly and intersected right in the middle. She smiled to herself, imagining Spike grinning giddily like a kid and grabbing her for a passionate kiss. If they were lucky, they could have a birthday sex.
She cursed under her breath. Damn! I forgot the candles. If Giles wasn't home, she was planning on setting the scene for romance at Spike's 'crypt'. She sighed, hoping that he might have some candles at his place.
She tiptoed down the staircase, hoping to find a sleeping young man, preferably naked on the bed. On the other hand, she also hoped that he wouldn't be there so that she could turn the place into a seductive setting. She stopped being cautious when two girls came into view, checking things out around the room. Romantic set-up was instantly forgotten.
"Who are you people?" She asked indignantly. She was ready to kick them out. No one was supposed to be allowed to come there except her and Spike. Not even Giles.
The girls spun around at her voice. One of them immediately approached her, right hand stretching out as she introduced herself cheerily. "I'm Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins, born on the 4th of July. I love having s—"
"Anya, I don't think you need to give her that much detail." The other girl cut her friend off with a nervous laugh. "Hi, I'm Tara. Tara MacClay." Buffy could only stand there and shake their hands back.
"Hey, you must be Buffy, Spike's girlfriend. Did you know that it's his birthday today?" Anya said.
Buffy pursed her lips, offended by her question. "Of course I did. I'm his girlfriend, remember?" She replied, throwing the brunette girl a sharp look.
"So are you coming to celebrate it with us? We're bronzing tonight." Just before Buffy could answer, Spike walked down the room and came into halt when he found the girls there, shock passed over his features.
"Oh, hello ladies. Wha—What are you birds doing here?"
Anya flung her arms around him without warnings and kissed his cheek. Tara was close behind her. "Happy birthday, big boy!" Anya playfully punched him on the shoulder. Spike gave a tight smile and thanked her before accepting Tara's hug and kiss on the cheek.
He could feel Buffy's eyes followed intently his and the girls' actions. Catching her gaze, Spike became more uncomfortable as he saw Buffy become red at the displayed scene. "Hey, Buffy." He greeted her quietly.
"Hey, I just wanted to come here to see you and give this present. Happy birthday, Spike!" She forced a smile as she walked toward him; kissed him chastely on the lips before shoving the present toward his hands. "I better go, I still have work at the gallery." She jogged up out of the room, cursed herself for wanting to run so he couldn't catch up with her. And he didn't.
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"I'm sorry, Buffy. This isn't working out anymore. We both know that."
"W-What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking 'bout." The apologetic smile on his face turned into a sly grin as he pulled a girl close to his body. "I have someone I'd rather be with." The brunette girl smiled sinisterly at her before leaning up to him and kissing him passionately.
Buffy refused to believe her eyes as she watched them kiss, moan against each other's lips and completely ignore her as if she wasn't even there. She wanted to close her eyes, blocking the view from her mind and pretend that this wasn't happening. No, this can't be happening. And it won't. It's just—
She snapped her eyes open to the darkness. It's just a dream. She took a deep breath, couldn't be more relieved to wake up at the ungodly hour. The dream was disconcerting. She admitted she was still indignant about the ruined plans she had for Spike and especially because she was too angry to join him and the girls to celebrate his birthday. But she never expected she would drag her anger with her into sleep and turn her worries into a nightmare.
Sitting up, she reached for the table lamp and switched it on. She almost shrieked when she spotted a figure sitting on the windowsill, but soon covered her mouth after she recognized who it was. "Spike, what are you doing here?" She asked in a harsh whisper, hands clutching on the bed sheet to cover her chest.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon. I didn't know they were planning to celebrate my birthday tonight." He said quietly. Buffy's features softened. She could see his sincerity on his tone.
"It's okay." He returned her smile. Tilting his head, he observed her current state, his smile turned into a leer.
"Are you naked under there?" Buffy laughed.
"Just come here, will ya? Stay with me for the night." She patted the bed, urging him to come closer. Nodding curtly, Spike complied and stalked toward her, stripping off his clothes and shoes on the way. He slipped under the comforter and cradled the panty-clad girl next to him.
Buffy snuggled closer against him, forehead resting against his. "Happy birthday, baby." She gave him a brief kiss.
"Thank you for the present. I really love it." Spike said, smiling genuinely.
"It's the best I can do." She kissed him again. This time, it was deeper, more passionate, more desperate. Buffy rolled onto her back as Spike started kissing her neck and down to her chest. Her hand reached out for the drawer of her nightstand. Spike glanced up, raised an eyebrow when she pulled out a square packet from the drawer.
"You're keeping condoms there now, eh?" She giggled.
"Not usually. But I had a feeling that I'd be needing them tonight." Smiling devilishly, she cupped his cheeks, brought his face toward her and kissed him deeply. This was what she had wanted to give him as his birthday celebration. A night with him alone, passionate kisses to share, even without the romantic setting and candles.
Spike dropped kisses on her neck and made his way down to the length of her body. He caught one string of her panties between his teeth and dragged it down, one hand helping to pull the panties down to her thighs.
Buffy bit her bottom lip to restrain her moans, knowing that her mother was asleep on the other end of the hallway. She arched her body as it responded to the way Spike gave attention to it. It was difficult not to let out one tiny cry. Buffy grabbed a pillow and pushed it against her face, allowing her scream muffled through the soft cushion as she reached her climax.
She gasped for air as she came down. Spike reached for the packet, tore it open and put the condom around his shaft. He kissed her thoroughly as he positioned himself and thrust into her.
"Can't make noises. Mom is asleep." Buffy whispered, shuddering when she felt him inside her again.
He chuckled and gave a smug smile. "Not a problem, luv. Don't know about you though." Buffy wanted to roll her eyes if only she didn't have to squeeze them shut when he pushed into her more powerfully.
"Spike…" She whimpered.
"Shh…don't wanna make noises, do we?" He murmured, raining kisses on her face.
God, he was killing her. Every time she began to relax, he thrust into her harder; causing her gasp and become wide-eyed, fearing that her mother would hear her moans. She bit her lip, almost drawing blood. Her arms wrapped his shoulders tightly as their bodies moved in rhythm.
Spike dropped his head next to her neck. He kissed her neck and sucked on it tenderly, his teeth scraping her skin. He sucked harder, muffling his grunt when she bit his shoulder, her body spasming beneath him. Needing to find his own release, he quickened his pace until it came.
Spike rolled on his back before he crushed her body. With arms around each other, they drifted off to sleep.
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Buffy examined her neck in front of a full-length mirror. Bright red mark adorned her fair skin. This was going to be hard to explain to her mom. Covering with make-up apparently didn't do the trick. She sighed as she wrapped a scarf around her neck.
Note to self: get self nice tan.
After checking her clock briefly, she glanced at the person sleeping on her bed. She hated to wake him up this early, but she didn't want her mother find him naked in her room either.
"Spike…" She shook him gently. He stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently. Buffy shook him again. She smiled when he opened one eye. "You have to go. Mom will barge in here any second."
He groaned. "Let her. I don't care." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I do. Besides, I have to work soon." Spike groaned again, spreading his arms as he stretched out.
"Do you have to?"
"Yes. Now come on. Get dressed already!" She threw his clothes at him. Watching him reluctantly put on his clothes, she smiled coyly and said, "Maybe you can come over to the gallery when mom's away."
"When is that?" A smile was forming on his lips.
"At one. She won't be back until six."
"I'll be there." With a wink and brief kiss, he made his way out of the open window.
to be continued.