She walked off the bus; the smell of death and destruction on her heals. She had long blond hair that shaped her pale gorgeous face, Her hair fell down her back in loose curls and over her chest, her ice blue eyes surveyed her surroundings like a hawk, She pressed her glimmering lips together as she entered the hot weather of SunnyDale. She didn't like it already.

She wore skin tight black leather pants with some black toe pointed boats, a tight black tank top that pushed her breasts up to show a nice amount of cleavage and a black leather jacket to go over it.

The sun warmed her pale face as she walked passed the gates, smiling at the man at the booth, with just a look he practically melted. She smiled walking toward him the hot sun weighing her down. "Hey," She said softly.

The boy drooled, "Hey, um, do you—"

"Shh," The girl shushed him she breathed an icy cold cloud filled the air between them and sped into the boy's chest turning him into ice. "Thanks, honey." She smiled, "Really needed some pick me up." She said with a smile, her eyes turning lighter.

Spike walked up to the Summers' house and walked in. He'd promised Dawn he would be over when they did the Christmas tree. He walked into the living room and smiled at the site, Buffy was on the floor building the tree from bottom up, Dawn was looking threw all the boxes for the ornaments.

Buffy's body knew he was there, but she didn't turn. Her body ached to jump to him. Let him hold her and never let go. Not ever. But she couldn't have that.

"Hey, Nib let." Spike said.

Dawn turned and squealed happily jumping up and giving Spike a hug, "I made you something!" She said happily. She moved back to the couch and grabbed something hiding it behind her back.

Buffy turned watching her sister and the vampire, Dawn showed Spike the small gingerbread mad she's made, it had a black trench coat on and white hair with fangs, then it had 'Spike' written across its chest. She watched as the emotion played on his face.

Dawn grabbed a little hook and stuck it threw the gingerbreads head, "See, we all have one." She explained, "Now you have one too."

Spike looked at the younger girl and he was at a lose for words; he was sure his eyes were watering. He didn't care; his head was spinning with so much, pride, joy, satisfaction. "T-thanks bit." He breathed out, his voice squeaking.

Buffy looked at him, seeing the look on his face, wanting him to wear that look more then he did his trench coat. She shook the thought away and continued to build the tree. A sweet smell filled the air and Willow and Tara came out of the kitchen holding two plates. One full of cookies and the other one held hot chocolate.

"How's the tree coming out?" Willow asked taking a seat on the couch taking a cookie and nibbling on it.

"Alright." Buffy said taking a branch, "Dawn, are you going to do this or what?" Buffy snapped turning to the girl and the vampire, her eyes locking with Spike's. Sending him a silent message. 'Why can't you see it?'

He obviously didn't read her correctly, he looked away and sat down next to Willow, grabbing some hot chocolate, he smiled at the witches when he noticed the marshmallows on a small tray. "For me?"

Tara smiled, "Dawn tipped us off." She explained

Spike looked at Dawn as she stretched out the branches to the tree. "I don't see why we don't just get a real tree." Dawn said.

"We've had this tree forever." Buffy said.

"I know." Dawn rolled her eyes.

Later

Spike sat back and watched as the girls covered the tree with lights and ornaments; Dawn was keeping count of how much more she had then Buffy. So far she was ahead by three. "Where are you gonna put yours?" Tara asked.

Spike looked up at the blond witch and looked over at the tree, "Oh, I…"

"Come on, Spike! Put it near one of mine!" Dawn said excitedly.

Spike smiled stood up and walked to where Dawn was, he moved in-between the former key and the slayer and hooked his onto the tree in-between a Buffy and Dawn ornament. Dawn smiled, "We have the weirdest family ever."

Spike smiled.

Later

Spike stood up and walked into the kitchen where Buffy was getting herself a drink. Finally alone. He walked over to her and she looked up at him, "I'm glad you came… for Dawn, she was happy."

Spike nodded he walked over to where she was leaning against the counter; he put one hand on either side of her. "Glad I came too." He whispered kissing the side of her throat lightly. Working up her jaw line.

Buffy bit her bottom lip, her body shaking. "Spike, stop." She whispered, "We can't, Dawn—"

"Won't walk in on us, they're watchin' that bleedin' movie." Spike promised slipping his hand underneath her shirt. Kissing her lightly on the lips, looking at her. Buffy moaned softly as he started to knead her tender skin. "God, you're beautiful."

Buffy moaned, "Spike." She whispered grabbing the back of his head and pulling his lips to hers in a rough kiss. Rubbing up against him. "hmmm, Spike."

"So, soft, Buffy…" He whispered pulled her to him and picking her up sitting her on the counter. He looked up at her, eyes full of lust, "Couldn't have worn a bloody skirt?"

"Didn't know." She explained breathing heavy.

"Come on guys! You're missing all the good parts!" Dawn's voice echoed threw the kitchen.

Buffy looked at Spike, panting, "Can you… do something fast?" she asked clearly embarrassed.

"Can I?" He lifted her into his arms; "Meet me in your room in a few minutes." He whispered before leaving her in the kitchen.

Buffy walked into the livingroom and looked around not spotting Spike, "Where'd he go?"

"He said he needed to meet Clem for something." Dawn explained her eyes glued to the TV, as was the witches.

Buffy nodded, "I have to go change, then I think I'm going to get some sleep." Buffy commented. They nodded not looking away from the TV. Buffy made her way up the stairs when she got to her room he was waiting for her, sitting on her bed. Boots, duster, and shirt off.

He stood up, she jumped up into his arms kissing him hungrily, "God, Spike." She moaned pushing him back into the dresser he reached out before it could fall.

"Slayer." He smirked.

Downstairs

"Did you hear something?" Tara asked looking up at the ceiling.

"No."

"No."

Upstairs

Buffy straddled his hips leaning in to give him a bruising kiss on the lips, she ran his hands up and down his muscular chest. She let his lips go her hands moving to his belt un doing it.

Spike watched, as she got frustrated as she worked on his belt. It was no understatement he would do anything or this woman. Her could smell her sweet sent fill the air as she silently rock back and forth on his chest. He could feel her threw the white satin thong she was wearing.

He reached up and grabbed her waist switching their positions, she was on the bottom, and he was on top.

Buffy looked up at him, caring eyes looking into hers. She hated it when he looked at her like that. Vulnerable. Easy to break. She wanted him on his back, so why wasn't he? She wanted the control. She pushed him away and he chuckled. She groaned, "No, let me—"

He trapped both of her hands above her head in one hand the other one slipping inside her thong. Buffy's eyes rolled closed. He bent forward to kiss her. Wanting to taste more of her. He moved to her mouth, kissing her gently.

Buffy didn't try to fight the kiss, she let him do it. His hand slowly making its way down her arm and to her face, cupping her cheek. Buffy moaned into his mouth, she knew this was wrong. It had to be. So why was she still kissing him?

Buffy pushed him off of her, violently.

He tumbled onto the floor, looking up at the Slayer as she grabbed her clothes, "This is not going to happen." Buffy said turning to him, teary eyed.

"Buffy—"

"N-no." she said, her bottom lip quivering, "Just go." She ordered.

"Bu—"

"Stop! It's over! No more!" She screamed, "I want you out, I'm not coming back this time." She whispered. "So just get out of here!"

Spike stood up quickly putting his clothes on, "You know, you really know how to play a man. One second you care—or you act like it. The next…" He looks at her, gets in her face, "I'm sick of it. So maybe, I'm not coming back." He told her simply. He turned and jumped out her window.

Buffy watched him leave in shock, tears rolling down her cheeks, she slammed the window shut anger running threw her. How DARE he say that to her!

TBC…

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