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Changing Hearts Series - Christmas Vampire -- by Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Description: Christmas morning at Willow's, sequel to Mistletoe.
Note: Spoilers -- Wild at Heart, The Initiative.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Willow moaned and stirred under the warm blankets as the insistent tapping on the window filtered through her sleep-addled brain. She stumbled across the room and drew back the drapes to find Spike waiting impatiently on the balcony outside. She unlocked and opened the window, and he darted inside.
"Bloody hell, luv," he said, pulling the drapes back across the window to shield out the first glowing rays of the sun. "I was beginning to think I was either going to have to break in or be dusted."
"What time is it?" she yawned and blinked up at him.
"Five minutes before my untimely demise," he answered with a quick grin.
She glanced over at the alarm clock, "Spike! What are you doing here?"
"Merry Christmas to you, too," he quipped.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. It is, isn't it? You know I don't do Christmas."
"Right. I know," he nodded. "You just do presents and cookies and decorating Giles' bloody abode and--mistletoe."
She blushed at the comment, and he chuckled and pulled her into him, pressing his lips to her forehead as she snuggled sleepily into his embrace.
"Mmmm...you're all warm and soft," he whispered.
"And half asleep," she grinned against his chest.
"That, too," he agreed.
She looked up at him, "You can't leave, now. The sun's coming up. You're stuck here for the day."
"I know," he grinned smugly.
"Sneak," she mumbled.
"Sorry I woke you," he offered.
"You are not," she giggled.
"Okay. I'm not. But if you really want to go back to bed, I'm game," he teased.
A soft pink flush crept over her face as she pulled away from him, "I think maybe I'd better get dressed."
"I don't know. I kind of like that," he told her, eyeing the over-sized t-shirt that draped alluringly over her soft curves and ended mid-thigh.
"You would," she laughed and went to the dresser, then turned back as he stared after her. "Do you mind?"
"Hell, no," he grinned.
She sighed and opened the bedroom door, "Go make some coffee while I take a shower and change."
"Pushy broad," he grumbled.
"You got it," she nodded and shoved him out the door.
Spike reached for a mug from the drainboard and filled it with coffee as he heard Willow's light footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned, silently drinking in the sight of her, as she entered the kitchen. Lush, fiery wisps of freshly-washed hair framed her face. She had left the soft blue flannel shirt she was wearing untucked over the jeans that encased her slender legs and ended at her bare feet.
She smiled shyly under his appreciative stare and pulled out a chair at the table. He grabbed the one beside her and pulled it close to hers before placing the mug in front of her and sitting down. She took a sip of the coffee and felt his fingers brushing along the hair near her cheek. She turned her head to look at him, and he traced her lower lip with a gentle thumb.
"No mistletoe," she told him.
"Then we'll pretend," he responded. "Because I really, really need to do this."
Her eyes shimmered, and her lips parted slightly as his mouth lowered to hers. The kiss was sweet and tender, and he curled his fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her mouth harder against his own as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, he took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked.
She nodded, "Completely okay."
He grinned, "Good. Can I ask one more question?"
Their eyes met, and she nodded once more.
A wide smile snaked across his handsome face, "Where the hell is my present?"
The End
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