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Fic: A Slayer for Christmas by OKDeanna
by OKDeanna (okdeanna)
at December 19th, 2015 (10:33 am)

Title: A Slayer For Christmas
Author: okdeanna
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,895
For: noel_of_spike December 2015
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Timeline: Post both series
Author's Note: Fluffy, sappy, and I don't care. Also, this was written last minute so it is not beta read, which means any mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Summary: Spike is shocked when Buffy finds him in Ohio, but not as shocked as he is once she says what she's come to tell him


A Slayer For Christmas

by

okdeanna


"You're a bonehead. And you're shirty."

Spike froze in the mouth of the alley, his ears picking up on the voice he knew he couldn't have heard. Yet, she'd spoken. He'd heard her. But was it out loud, or only in his head again? The first would surprise him. The second…yeah, no surprise with that one. He'd heard the same voice in his head so often in the last year and a half, ever since the collapse of Sunnydale and the fall of Los Angeles, that he couldn't be certain of its true validity anymore.

But the thought that the Slayer—his Slayer—spoke to him just now lingered. Knocked around his noggin good and proper. Till he had no choice but to turn around, peer into the dark shadows of the dumpsters and half-hidden doorways until he spotted the slightest movement near the opposite end of the alleyway.

He wanted to deny her presence, chalk it up to a ghostie playing tricks, but once he stretched his senses, once he felt the familiar tug of her beneath his skin and drew in the intoxicating scent of her honey and oats body wash, he knew the truth of it.

Buffy was there. Right there in front of him. A quick burst of speed, from either one of them, and she'd be close enough to touch. Close enough to hug, and snog, and press against the cold red bricks of the building next to them, until no gap existed between her body and his.

Christ, but he'd gone too long without her. Centuries old vamp and he craved her like nothing else. More than blood. More than the fight. More than anything. Everything.

Of course, that didn't mean he had to let her know it, did it?

"Can't say I was expecting to see you around these parts, lamb. Thought for sure you'd still be dancing and shagging it up with the Immortal in Rome." Not that he'd let himself think about the two of them like that. Much.

Buffy took a step toward him, and then another, and another, until she stood only an arm's length away from him. So close, and yet, the look in her eyes gave nothing away. Not what she thought. Not how she felt. Not what she expected.

Had she expected anything? Was he supposed to fall to his knees and beg her not to leave him again? Beg her to let him touch her. Kiss her.

Love her.

Not bloody likely. Not this time.

Pocketing his hands in his newly acquired black leather trench coat, Spike gestured around the alley with his elbow. "Something going on down here I need to know about? We on the verge of another bloody apocalypse? The whole sodding town suddenly about to go to hell in a hand basket?"

She shook her head. "No. Not yet at least."

"So it's a social visit then, is it? Can't say I expected that."

"What did you expect? Do you even care that I thought you were dust for over a year? That I missed you and can't count the number of times I wanted to talk to you about something? Get your take on things."

"Things," he scoffed. "What things would those be, hmm, Slayer? How you shake and shimmy your scantily clad body on the dance floor? How to hook the bloody Immortal? Yeah, I bet you lost a lot of sleep thinking on what I'd say about that one, didn't you, pet?"

Green eyes widened, not a lot, just a smidge, but well enough for Spike to know he'd shocked her. Maybe even hurt her, given the way she blinked and took a step back from him. That last action alone gave him pause.

Because Spike could count on one hand the number of times Buffy had backed away from him, and not one of them was a good memory to have let alone recall right now.

Bollocks. "Sorry, pet. I'm being a right git, aren't I? Didn't plan it that way, but…got to say, I wasn't expecting to run into you tonight." Or ever again, if truth were told. "Figured you were still half a world away, saving the new lambs from slaughter."

"No." A pause. A hurried indrawn breath. "I mean, I was. Away, that is. But…I came back to the states a couple of weeks ago. I heard…rumors. About a vampire with a soul helping out some Slayers, saving people in Cleveland. I knew it wasn't Angel because—"

"Because Angel came and found you, I suspect." Lying bugger. Spike should've known that bit about letting the Slayer live her life without them was bogus. Least it was when it came to the elder vampire. Bloody bastard. "Bet the poof's still there even now, isn't he?"

She stiffened, whole bloody posture infused with guilt, her gaze dropping to the ground. Spike couldn't stop himself from bending at the knees to peer closer at her face, her eyes.

"Does Angel know you’re here, Buffy? Does he know you came looking for me?"

She swallowed and nodded once, lifting her chin until she no longer looked down on him but directly at him. "He knows, Spike. I told him myself."

Well, damn, he thought straightening, that changed things up a bit. It also gave him the insane urge to reach out and drag her closer to him. To forgo the need to hear her admit the reason she purposely sought him out and instead give her body the greeting his body demanded he make to her. And bleeding Christ, but he wanted to give it to her, too.

He wanted to take her in his arms, devour her with his mouth. Map her with his hands. He had years to make up for, after all. Even those last few nights in Sunnydale, when he just held her in his arms, couldn't compare to the need he had for her now. To know she was truly his, inside and out.

But she wasn't his, was she? Likely never would be, despite her journey to find him. The knowledge hurt. Even as he knew he should be used to it.

"You're beneath me."

Yeah. Yeah, he was. Always had been. And he had no doubt that one day, the little slip of a woman in front of him, would be the death of him. The truth death. And she'd never even have to lift her bloody stake to get it done. Oh no. Not his Slayer. The only bleeding thing she needed was the eyes, at once both wise and innocent, and too sodding all-consuming.

Spike turned his attention from Buffy to the noises on the street behind them both, the various cars and people milling past the alley. Nothing that needed dealt with, but a welcome enough to distraction to clear a bit of fog from his mind. A bit of hope, too.

After all, what right did he have to want anything from her? So he saved the world a few times. Big bloody deal. She had, too, and he had a feeling her reasons had been far more altruistic than his had been. In fact, he sodding knew it, in the darkest, deepest, densest part of his bones.

He glanced back at the woman in front of him, taking in the barest hint of uncertainty in her near frozen stance, and sighed. "You came to yell at me, didn't you? You came to bloody Cleveland fully planning to read me the riot act, and what? Chickened out? Lost your nerve?"

He tilted his head, studying her, reading her. "Come on, Slayer. Give it to me. All of it. I can take it." Bloody want to take it, point of fact. Anything to prove he hadn't lost his mind again. That she actually stood before him and wasn't some ghostie or some ancient evil being out to wreck havoc on his noggin.

That maybe even deserved her. For some sodding reason he'd yet to comprehend.

"I did come to yell at you, that's true. But I didn't chicken out or lose my nerve."

No? What had she done then? "So what changed your mind?"

"You did. Because you're here, really here, and I…like you here. I want you here. I missed you here."

Sodding hell. He knew it for sure now.

He'd lost his bleeding mind again. No bloody way the Slayer would ever say those words to him. Even if she hadn't been ready to see him gone in Sunnyhell, she sure as hell hadn't come looking for him in bloody Hell-A. And he knew that sodding boy, Andrew, couldn't have kept his mouth shut about Spike's return, or his impromptu visit with Angel in Rome.

Unless he'd been spelled to do it, and that just wouldn't be—

"That sneaky pompass asswipe." Spike would bloody kill the bastard for real the next time he saw him. There was no doubt in his mind that Angel did something now. Spike was bloody sure of it. "I'm gonna stake him and send him back to Hell for this."

A touch, warm and light as a feather against his cheek, stopped the barrage of words from his mouth. Stopped everything. Everything but her.

"I'm sorry. I only found out you were alive by accident. I overheard Angel and Giles talking about you, in present tense, and I made them tell me the truth. All of it. Even the part about him casting a spell on Andrew so he wouldn't break his promise to you not tell me you were back."

So he was right. The bastard had done something. No wonder the Slayer never came to find him. She truly hadn't known he was back, which meant Angel didn't have to wonder what her choice between them might be. And yet, the second Angel needed a safe haven, he'd gone to her and left Spike out in the cold, wrongly believing Buffy just hadn't cared the he was back.

Christ, he'd been a sodding idiot. How could he not have known Angel had played him? That's what the bastard did. Played games. Called the shots. Controlled the outcome. Made certain he was exactly where he wanted to be in the fight.

"Surprised he let you out of his sight long enough to come find me."

"They didn't have a choice. I'm done with people trying to control me and my choices. I'm not a little girl anymore and I refuse to let them pretend I need a watcher and guardian. I don't."

No. She likely never did. "Say the word, Slayer, and I'll make them both a footnote in history."

She smiled then, real and electric and so bloody captivating. "I think they get it well enough. I made it pretty clear that I would make them a footnote if they tried to interfere in my life or kept important information from me again."

"And I'm important information?"

"The importantest."

Bloody hell, but he loved her. Every single molecule of her.

"What does that mean?"

"Does it have to mean anything?"

"No," he admitted, smiling himself now, "it doesn't have to mean anything."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Buffy grinned and rushed forward, throwing her arms around his neck, causing him to stagger backward beneath her wait. "You're such a dope. Of course, it means something, Spike! I came here. I came to you. If that doesn't mean something, if that doesn't prove what I said to you beneath the school was true, then I'll just say it again now and make you believe it."

Make him believe it? Believe what? That she loved him? That she cared about him?

Yeah, good luck with that one. It'd take a lot of years and a lot of words for him to believe she meant those words. If he ever could.

"Spike? I do, you know. I love you. I never mean to, but I do. I love you. I'm in love with you."

No stutter in her heartbeat. Or in her words. No hesitation, either.

Dare he believe it? Believe her?

"It's your turn," she whispered softly, burying her face into his neck so the words she spoke damn near melted into his skin…and his soul. "Say something. Tell me you love me."

"I love you," he said, the words as automatic as they were true.

"Tell me you need me."

"I need you. I always need you. I always want you, too."

"I always want you, too. I missed you. So, so much."

Moisture hit his eyebrow, the skin of both cheeks. A quick glance up had another grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Slayer, what day is it?"

"December 24th. It's Christmas Eve." She paused and lifted her head, staring at him with wet eyes brimming with emotion…and dare he say it, love. "Actually, it might be Christmas Day now. It was almost midnight when we stepped into the alley."

That's what he thought. "A Slayer for Christmas. Now that's a present I can get behind."

Buffy arched an eyebrow. Spike smiled and shrugged. "What? Like you wouldn't have thought the same thing. You forget who you're with, pet. I know you. I've seen the best and the worst of you. I know exactly what kind of dirty thoughts you've got running around in that golden noggin of yours." Mostly because they were the same thoughts running around in his.

She sighed, but didn't bother denying his words. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm ridiculous? You're the one who flew half a world away and spent a few weeks trying to find me." He stopped suddenly. "Wait a bloody second. If you've been here for weeks, why did it take you so long to find me? Not like I made a secret of my presence here."

Buffy grinned, looking a little too proud of herself. "I wanted to see how long it would take you to notice me. It took longer than I thought, and in the end, I had to call you names. That kind of says something, doesn't it?"

He supposed it did, at that. "Cheeky bint."

"Don't be shirty, Spike. You know you love me."

He did. Bloody hell, but he did. "Where you staying?"

"At a hotel in town. I figured if I rented a room it would be pretty easy to leave it once I found out where you were staying. And I know it's not a cemetery so don't even bother with that. I checked them all before I started tracking you."

She'd been tracking him. Like he'd once done her.

"You think stalking's the way to my heart, Slayer?"

"No. I already own your heart. I just wanted to get in your mind."

Spike reached out and took her face between his palms. "You've been in my bloody mind for years, love. No matter what I did, I could never get you out. Didn't take long before I even stopped wanting to."

"Does that mean you'll keep me this time?"

Like he'd ever intentionally send her away. Well, unless she would die if she stayed with him, of course. Then he'd gladly send her away. No way would he ever let the Slayer die on his watch again. Not ever.

"Just try and get rid of me now, pet."

"I don't want to get rid of you," she said. "I want to keep you. I told you once, I wasn't ready for you not to be here. I mean it."

Spike knew. And for once, he even believed it. Believed her.

"I'm going to kiss you, Buffy. Better decide if you're going to let me."

"I'll let you. I want you to kiss me."

He did kiss her then. Sweetly at first, tenderly, and then, the need to claim her overtook him. In seconds, he had her pressed back against the red brick building, devouring her mouth, mapping her taste and responses all over again.

And she did respond, matching every stroke of his tongue with one of her own. Every touch of his hand with an arch from her body, so wickedly sweet he had a hard time remembering why he shouldn't take her in the alley and make her his for real.

"Slayer, we should take this show indoors before you catch cold." Or they drew an audience. "I live in the next block over. We can go there, if you want."

Buffy nodded, kissing him one more time before slipping out of his hold and holding out her hand to him. When he didn't immediately take it, she frowned. "What's wrong? You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Not in a bloody eternity would I ever change my mind about you." He took her hand, wrapping it inside of his and placing both inside his coat pocket as they made their way through the alley and toward his basement apartment a block away.

As they walked, more snow fell, but Spike didn't pay it much attention. In truth, he only had eyes for her, and that proved even more true once they got inside his apartment and she began to undress in front of him. After that, his attention and his thoughts were both on her.

The real her. Not a robot. Not a ghostie. Not an evil being.

But her.

His Slayer. His Buffy. His love.
*The End*

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!


Comments

Posted by: nmcil12 (nmcil12)
Posted at: December 19th, 2015 06:13 pm (UTC)

Wonderful Spike gets his long desired and earned Christmas Gift - very much like how you used the script elements from the series and the snow for Buffy & Spike.

Glad to be sharing this posting date with you -

Posted by: sueworld2003 (sueworld2003)
Posted at: December 19th, 2015 08:57 pm (UTC)
Heart

Aww, very nicely done. Thank you so much for posting. :)

Posted by: Butterfly (snogged)
Posted at: December 20th, 2015 04:18 pm (UTC)

Aww! This was so sweet. You did a great job bringing them back together. :)

Posted by: Danna (chasingdemons)
Posted at: December 20th, 2015 05:03 pm (UTC)
Fool for Love

That was heartwarming! Nice to see Spike get what he wants for Christmas. Happy holidays!

Posted by: Sandy (sandy_s)
Posted at: December 21st, 2015 08:45 pm (UTC)
spuffy christmas by me

I really enjoyed this Christmas-y bit of fluff! :o) I read it when you first posted but didn't get a chance to come and say how much I liked it. The dialogue between them crackles and sparks and you captured them just right!

Posted by: Angie (amoonchilde)
Posted at: December 21st, 2015 09:04 pm (UTC)
spike & buffy heart

Great story! I love how you brought them back together!

Posted by: Double Dutchess (double_dutchess)
Posted at: December 24th, 2015 12:51 am (UTC)

I love them being each other's Christmas present! Best Christmas either of them ever had, I'm sure.