A Christmas Present to Remember.

Chapter 5 - Dreaming a little dream

Spike flipped and turned on the lumpy, uncomfortable couch. He scratched at the blanket that barley covered his cheat. H didn't think about bringing anything but his normal clothes thinking he would have his own cabin. He was sure he would have been able to sleep nude if he wanted which was what he had planned. He would have rented his own cabin like he was supposed to but for some reason he didn't fell comfortable about leaving Buffy by herself.

His dream was pulling him into a world that was pure fantasy

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Spike's Dream
Spike was in his usual all black attire as he walked through the quite cemetery with a cigarette between his puckered lips and his hands were in his jean pockets.

Buffy didn't see him approaching but when he was about 7 feet away she looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello, Spike." She sounded different but Spike couldn't place it.

"Hi, Slayer." He responded plucking the cigarette from his lips and unto the ground where he steeped on it. Buffy advanced on him with a sm8ile on her face.
Before Spike knew what happened she kissed him and hard. He was shocked at first but quickly adapted to it and he started the wrestling of their ongoing tongues.
He wrapped his arms around his waist while her hands rested on his upper arms. He pulled her tighter against him as something started to stir in his loins.
Buffy's hands went for Spike's jeans as she unsnapped them and the sound of his metal zipper filled the air. Buffy pulled down his pants and realized he was going commando. Spike turned Buffy towards the nearest headstone as he removed her pants. He bent her over the stone, ripped away her panties. He swiftly pushed into her.


End of Spike's Dream

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Buffy lay in the big bed as a dream of her own over took her as well.

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Buffy's Dream I

Buffy Burst through Spike's door in tight leather pants, red halter to with her hair in loose curls falling past her shoulders.
She had that bastard for a reason that didn't occur to her. All she knew was that she was majorly pissed. She stormed into the lower level where he lay in the darkness save a candle on a tiny table at the side of the room, which she was sure he had stolen from a junkyard.
The light that was produced from the wax stick shown a beautiful effect on the side of his cheek. The shadows his sharp cheek caused made him look like a sleeping angel.
She walked over to him, his naked torso showing, and his bottom half was covered with a white sheet.
She pointed her stake where his unbeating heart stayed. The Spike's brilliant blue eyes opened causing to step back a bit.

"What are you doing here, Slayer?

"Your ass is dust blood breath." She said stepping back to her current position as he stood up.

"Come on Slayer. You know you wanted it, I just did it first." That made her mad because she knew it was true, even though t she still didn't know what had fused the dispute.
The sheet that was covering him fell, Buffy tried adverting her eyes, she did but it wasn't exactly that easy.
He grabbed her hips bringing her to him, her face no flushed from his touch. She bravely brought her lips to his light nipping at his bottom lip. He pulled her in deepening the kiss slipping his tongue into her mouth. Buffy took a hold of his upper arms spinning them onto the bed with Spike on top of her never breaking the wonderful kiss that they shared.

Spike's hands went for Buffy's top pulling it over her head, then was when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He latched onto her breast, nipping, lick and sucking at the tender flesh. She arched her back as she kicked off her shoes, then Spike's hands traveled down to her pants and he worked on un buttoning and unzipping them. Buffy could feel the evidence of his arousal poking in the side of her thigh. Both of them were a little scared to say something and ruin the moment. Spike then pulled down her pants and panties.

End of Buffy's dream

The both of them woke with a start. Buffy looked over at her door, which gave a very clear view to the living room. If she opened the door she would be able to see him. One peek wouldn't hurt, would it?

No, she had to control her; control was step 2 of the process. But what is step one? Isn't it admitting you have a problem?

No, she didn't have a problem, no problem at all. She fell back onto her bed not knowing what to do.

Spike sat on the couch looking at the door that led to Buffy. He could see her now, her beautiful golden hair reatinga halo around her head. And her gorgeous body laying there as if waiting for him. Would on peek hurt? Well if she caught him hell yeah.

Spike had cooked her breakfast in the morning. When she had asked why he told her it was a 'thank you'. She didn't ask any questions.

Now the y were trying to be civil both not wanting to get too close to the other. They were watching a movie in the darkened living room.

Neither could concentrate on the movie they both were more worried about the other. The wondered either the other could really ever like them.

2 hours later the ending credits rolled and Buffy got up and prepared to go to bed.

She and Spike stood up at the same time and got in each others way

"Sorry." They said in unison. They again tried to get out of the way while spike tried to go near the kitchen and Buffy to her bedroom. But getting out of each other's way was less successful then one would hope. Till suddenly their bodies to close were just unbearable.

Spike grabbed the back of Buffy's head and smashed her lips to his in a fiery kiss. Buffy didn't know what to think but she quickly gave in letting her emotional guard down that she had had up for a few years now. His tongue ran across the bottom of hers asking for entrance into her warm mouth. She parted her lips giving an invitation that Spike willingly accepted. His tongue pushed into her mouth and was met with hers. They tongues battled in a war for dominance that neither really wanted to win. Suddenly Buffy realized just exactly what was going on. She jerked away with an unsure look on her face. Spike looked hurt but she couldn't deal with that at the moment. She left without saying word and headed for her bedroom. Spike sat on the couch wondering what exactly had just happened.