Part 19: Silent Night

*collapses on the floor* It's finally done. Chapter 19. I'm working up to the final part of the story (I hope) so PERHAPS things might start coming a bit faster. But don't hold your breath. Thanks to Magz for the quick beta job and I hope everyone has a great Christmas!

Up next: MLIT 6. Hopefully out within the next couple of weeks. Enjoy!

Buffy stretched lazily and groaned softly when her muscles protested slightly. She rolled over in the arm that held her and opened her eyes. She blinked a couple times before focusing on a set of deep blue eyes staring back at her. She smiled and closed her eyes again, cuddling against the hard body beside her.

"Goin' to sleep again, luv?" Spike's morning voice rumbled at her. Her eyes popped open again.

"Just enjoying the moment," she said softly.

"It was pretty nice wakin' up with you in my arms. And naked at that," he teased her. Buffy laughed back and wrapped her arm around him. Spike rolled onto his back and pulled Buffy with him so she was sprawled half on top of him. She stared at him for a few long moments, brushing his hair back gently.

"Last night was amazing," Buffy told Spike, blushing. He chuckled at her and nodded.

"It was. And I don't take sex lightly. It's been awhile since I've been with anyone, since I've even wanted to be with anyone. But you- you've knocked me for a loop, Summers."

"I think you're pretty neat yourself," Buffy told him quietly.

"Neat, eh? How 'bout I show you just now 'neat' I can be?" Spike asked with a bone-shaking smirk, running his hands up and down her back. Buffy leaned up to kiss him, trailing her hand down the side of his face and neck to his chest. Her fingers found a nipple and played with it lightly. Spike murmured his approval into her mouth and threaded a hand into her hair as the other one stroked down her body to caress her ass.

Buffy clutched at Spike's shoulders and rolled them again so she was underneath Spike, looking up at him. "Think I'll let you drive for now," she told him, arching up against his hardening cock. Spike groaned and kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her lips.

Buffy ran her hands up and down Spike's chest as she wrapped one leg around his thighs, holding him against her body. Spike held his weight on his forearms on either side of her so he wouldn't crush her and continued to kiss her, their tongues meeting and tangling as each got more and more aroused. Buffy broke away, breathing heavily as she kissed her way across his cheek to his ear. Spike buried his face in her hair and breathed in the light scent of her shampoo and styling products from the night before.

"Now this is the way to wake up," Buffy whispered into Spike's ear. "We should do this every morning. And every night. And at any point in between."

"Naughty Buffy, trying to tempt me into spending hours ravishing you. Good thing I cave easily to small, strong-willed blondes," Spike replied, tilting her head so he could suck at her neck.

"I can be much naughtier than this," she informed him and wrapped her legs around his waist to grind her hot center against his cock. Spike's hips involuntarily thrust against hers and he groaned again.

"Be the death of me, you will," he gasped. Buffy pulled his head back to hers and kissed him deeply, rolling her hips up against him. He grunted into her mouth as his hips started thrusting softly.

"What are we waiting for?" Buffy asked against his mouth. "Want you now."

"Christ, Buffy," was all Spike could get out before he reached down to line his cock up with her opening and thrust inside her. He paused for a moment as his back arched, adjusting to the feel of her walls fluttering around him, heat and liquid in one pulling him to the edge of madness.

"Want you, Spike," Buffy repeated, leaning her head up to nip at his chin. He looked down at her, into her lust-filled eyes and was lost. He started moving slowly at first, staring into her eyes but soon he was driving into her faster and faster. Buffy moved her legs higher to take him deeper and urged him on further by running her hands up and down his back and ass, pulling him against her.

"Bloody amazin', you are," he grunted down at her. Buffy smiled up at him and moaned. While one hand was still at his back, she let the other one drift down her own body to her clit. Spike watched with his mouth open, panting harshly as she began to touch and rub herself.

"Spike," she whispered. He ripped his eyes away from her hand and focused on her eyes. "Keep watching me right here." He nodded dumbly.

"I can feel you inside me, stabbing me so hard, Spike. I'm so hot because of you and all I want to do is cum for you, I want you to see me. Do you want that too?" Spike nodded again, unable to believe the words coming out of Buffy's mouth. Buffy, who up to last night had been fairly quiet and reserved. "You fill me right to the brim, you do. And all I can do it lay here and take it, wanting more of you. And right now, as I'm touching myself, I only want more of you. I want you to lick me, kiss me, and touch me places I didn't know I had. All the while, you keep fucking me. And –ooh! I'm so close, Spike. So close because of you. Can you feel it? Can you feel me on the edge?"

"Jesus Christ Buffy," Spike gasped and plunged into her deeper as he felt her use her muscles to clamp down on his cock. He watched her eyes the whole while she had spoken to him, his cock throbbing inside her, ready to cum. He could feel her body shaking beneath him and then she was calling out his name underneath him, her eyes going wide. She bucked up against him and squeezed her legs around his waist. All he needed now was-

"All I want is you," she panted up at him and leaned up to kiss him. He moaned into her mouth, then broke away and came with a yell, holding her hips tightly. He pumped into her a couple more times as his cock spent itself, and then he slowly lowered himself down on top of her with his last ounce of strength.

They lay in each other's arms for a few minutes, silent but for the sounds of their panting. Spike rolled himself to the side slightly and slipped out of Buffy, drawing a disappointed whimper from her. He laid his head on her breast and gave her a weak smile.

"Now that's what I call good morning," he told her breathlessly. Buffy was about to reply when a phone interrupted her. They both looked around to where the muffled ringing was coming from. Buffy pointed to his pants on the floor in the middle of the room. With a scowl Spike got out of the bed on shaky legs and grabbed his pants, pulling the phone from the pocket. He crawled back in bed before he answered it.

"Yeah?" he said, still breathless.

"Spike?" Charlie asked on the other end. He waved for the rest of the band to be quiet.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" Spike asked, leaning back carefully. Buffy rolled over and played across his chest with her fingers, watching him as he tried to compose himself.

"Just thought I'd call and ask when you thought you'd be able to get together for some rehearsal time again? We have that gig on New Years that we have to get ready for, remember?" Charlie listened to Spike try to catch his breath and tried not to laugh. "What are you doing man?"

"What do you mean?" Spike asked.

"You sound like you've been working out or something," Charlie said with a smirk.

"Yeah, uh… yeah. Work out. That's it." Charlie heard a feminine snort from Spike's end of the line and nodded.

"Right. Workout. Say hi to Buffy for me, would you?" Charlie heard Spike sigh. "Anyway, New Years? Rehearsal?"

"Right. How about you give me a couple days to check when shooting is finishing up for the holidays and I'll get right back to you when I get the dates, eh?" Spike asked as he wrapped an arm around Buffy's shoulders and rubbed her arm absently.

"That works here. So, I'd talk longer but it sounds like you have more… working out to do. I'll talk to you later. Okay, man?" Charlie asked with a laugh.

Spike laughed with him. "Yeah, later Charlie." He looked down at Buffy as he hung up. "Busted, I guess."

"They're probably just jealous," Buffy told him, leaning up to kiss him again. Spike hummed against her lips and dropped the phone on the bedside table without looking.

"So," Charlie announced to the rest of the band. "Who had six weeks in the pool?"

Over the next few weeks Spike and Buffy on set, working hard. Everyone on set noticed a certain closeness between the two stars but no one commented on it, at least not to them. It wasn't long before rumors started showing up in the tabloids, however. Buffy and Spike saw the stories, heard about them from others and got calls from their agents and publicists but refused to comment on them. They stuck to their previously decided upon response- that they were just friends.

"Are you sure you want to leave it at that, Buffy?" Willow asked one day on a break between filming. Buffy smiled at Tara as she approached to do a touchup on her makeup and sighed into her cell.

"No, I think we just want to leave it at this for now. I'm not ready to label this thing and who knows where we'll be in a few months, right?" Buffy reasoned.

"I suppose. I just don't want these 'rumors' to get out of control," Willow told her. "Anyway, when are you going back to Sunnydale for Christmas?"

"In a couple days, I think. I'm hiring a driver to get me back."

"I should get there around the 23rd, I believe. Lots of work to keep me busy," Willow told her. "What are Spike's plans?"

"I'm not quite sure on that. I was thinking of asking him to come with me if he wasn't doing anything special but I'm sure he has plans," Buffy said as Tara finished up with her and flashed a quick smile. She noticed Wes signaling for her to get off the phone, they were filming again. "Oops. Got to go, Wills. Talk to you later, hm?"

"Later Buffy!" They hung up and suddenly Buffy was homesick for a moment, wanting to see her mom and sister for the holidays. She wanted to go back to her old room and spend Christmas with them and figure out what was going on between she and Spike.

Although they were now sharing a bed and everyone knew it, they still hadn't really talked about it between themselves. They had put effort into avoiding the stories of their possible romance and hadn't wanted to confront just what they were. Buffy was fine with this arrangement, making people think what they wanted and content with her own stance on their relationship. Which wasn't much of a stance at all.

She liked Spike. She really, really did. She knew he really,really liked her as well. But beyond that she didn't know what to think. Buffy was planning on this movie being her big break, on it propelling her into bigger and better roles. Which meant lots of traveling and jumping from place to place. She also knew that Spike was planning on going back into the studio after this movie was over and recording a new album, working on a possible national tour with the band. That didn't bode well for them in the longevity department, which suggested to her that they might be saying goodbye at the end of filming, for good.

She kept telling herself that this was just a fling and she had known it since the beginning. Hadn't Willow told her that she should take these four months for four months and if nothing else happened, at least she still had something? Yeah, she had. But that didn't make the thought of them being over an easy one.

Spike watched as Buffy sat in her chair for a moment after finishing her call. She bit her lip and looked deep in thought. He watched her sigh and frown for a moment before getting up and coming to join them on set. He wondered what she was thinking about when she looked unhappy.

He wanted to talk to her before they left for Christmas, wanted to find out just where they were together. These past few weeks with Buffy had been amazing. She always managed to wow him daily, with her wit, humor, and sharp tongue. He didn't want to lose that but he knew she was reluctant to commit herself to anything substantial between them. It didn't bother him. Too much. He had actually liked the idea of only telling people that they were friends when they first got together just because he had already had the public relationship thing with Drusilla, but he figured they were past hiding from everyone. Their friends knew what was going on between them and the press was starting to catch on as well, likely from insiders on the set. Why couldn't they just step forward and admit they were together.

Because Buffy doesn't want to and you want to make her happy. Even if it means keeping the two of you a secret, he thought to himself. He took a deep sigh, pushed those feelings down, and smiled as she approached him. She smiled back and brushed her hand against his as she passed him. Spike followed her back onto the set and forgot all about what he had been thinking about

"So you're going home in a couple days?" Spike asked as they lay in bed that night. Buffy traced idle patterns on his chest with her finger and looked up at him.

"Yeah, the studio got me a limo. Going to cause quite the stir in little 'ole Sunnydale," she told him with a giggle. Then she suddenly sat up and looked at him closer. "You never said what you were doing for the holiday."

"Going to New York. Don't have time to fly home to see my dad so I'm hanging with the band," he told her easily. Buffy frowned.

"That doesn't sound like it's very Christmassy. Why don't… why don't you come home with me?" Buffy asked quickly. Spike blinked at her then laughed.

"You're so cute," he told her when she wrinkled her nose at him. "And your offer is very generous and I'd love to spend the holidays with you but I have to rehearse for New Years when I'm with the guys."

"Maybe a little time apart would do us some good, then?" Buffy reasoned. Spike raised his eyebrow. "I just mean that the few days we're on opposite sides of the coast, all those long nights and lying in bed all alone… It'll make the New Year seem that much brighter." She bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Spike laughed and pulled Buffy back down beside him. "You do have a point there. Even though it is just a few days it's going to seem weird being away from you after we've been so close lately, you know?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied softly, almost wistfully. She caught herself and snapped out of it and flicked her finger over his nipple, drawing a gasp from the blond. "Got to love pent up sexual frustration though."

"That I do," Spike growled and leaned down to kiss her. As her hands started to slide down his body he caught them and pulled his head away from hers, drawing a disappointed grumble. He ignored her for a moment as he thought, then looked back to her. "What do you have planned for New Years, anyway?"

"I think Willow and I had some sort of 80's movie night planned," Buffy told him.

"Ah yes, the Ringwald oeuvre," Spike grinned, remembering their first quasi-date. Buffy's eyes widened at his remembrance before he continued. "Would your friend be crushed if you decided to come back to LA early and spend the night with me, watching us ring in the New Year at our gig?"

"Really?" Buffy asked. Spike nodded. "That would be great! I'm sure Willow would like to spend her night with Tara instead, cause I know she's here in the city too. I never would have thought of that!"

"What would you ever do without me then, hm?" Buffy poked him lightly in the ribs. "Besides, it'll be nice to spend the night with you. Or, some of it at least. It'll be nice just to know that you're there," he amended.

"And I will be happy to be there," Buffy told him with a smile, looking forward to the holidays much more excitedly now. One last hurrah before we finish filming- just a few weeks later. Wow. We don't have much time left together, Buffy thought sadly as Spike kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, wanting to make this last as long as she could.

This is going to be great. Our first holiday together. And they say the way you spend New Years Eve is the way you'll spend the rest of the year. Never been a superstitious man but I like those odds, Spike thought in his own head, moaning into the kiss. He was about to slip his tongue past her lips when Buffy pulled away.

"We'll just have to be careful that no one picks up on that we're together, right?" she asked. Spike's jaw twitched but he covered the surprise in his eye.

"You don't think maybe it's time we let the wall down and let people know we're hanging out?" he asked casually. Buffy pressed her lips together harder than she intended at his choice of words, as if they were just casual acquaintances. Then she smiled softly and shook her head.

"Can we keep this quiet for just a little while longer?" she asked sweetly. Because by then it won't matter anymore and I won't have to contend with stupid stories about how you broke my heart and I can't live without you.

Spike was silent for a moment as his eyes searched Buffy's. He nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I kind of like having you all to myself anyway." He leaned back down to kiss her again, ending their conversation finally as hands traveled curves and dips and tongues sought out hidden erogenous zones and special sweet spots. Meanwhile each blond was lost in their own version of their relationship, unsure of how to let the other one know what they were thinking.

JHoli for everyone! How will the New Year greet the somewhat happy couple? Check it out in Part 19.

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