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Changing Hearts Series - Gift Wrapping -- by Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Description: Willow wraps gifts, sequel to Christmas Thingy.
Note: Spoilers -- Wild at Heart, The Initiative. Many thanks for all of the wonderful feedback I've received for this series! For those who have asked, you will find out in an upcoming part what Willow and Spike got for each other.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"What would dear old Mum say if she knew you'd invited an evil, soulless vampire into her house?" Spike asked as he watched the little redhead wrapping the presents that were piled on the floor around her.
"Probably not half as much as she'd say about the fact that I'm here to wrap Christmas gifts," she grinned and ducked her hand under a sheet of paper to fish out the buried tape. "But they've gone off to Europe for a couple of months, so what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"And your secret's safe with me," he nodded. She grinned and reached for the last unwrapped present, "Thought it might be. How did you know where to find me, anyway?"
His voice took on a feigned tone of mystery, "I make it my business to know, little one."
Willow giggled and shook her head, "Never expect a straight answer."
"Never," he agreed and handed her the scissors she was looking for.
"So, what's on for tonight?" she raised her head, her eyes wide with surprise that she'd actually voiced the question in her mind. "I mean...you might have...things to do...you might not even want--"
He laughed softly and reached down from his perch on the coffee table to ruffle her hair, "Of course I want."
Her eyes lit up with a relieved smile, "Oh, good."
"Thought we might take a walk through the park. I hear there's to be a group of carolers performing. I haven't had a decent caroler since, well, London, actually."
"You can't have a decent caroler, remember?" she chuckled. "How about a chocolate chip cookie instead?"
"Got some?" he asked hopefully.
She nodded, "Just took them out of the oven before you got here. Bring me one, too, while I clean up this mess?"
"Sure, luv," he nodded and headed off toward the kitchen.
"And don't eat them all!" she called out. "I want some for gifts."
"Mouthy witch," he grinned back at her before disappearing around the corner.
Willow shoved the remains of the paper, bows, and tape into a large shopping bag and scooped up the gifts from the floor. Spike returned as she was piling the presents on one end of the sofa.
"Open," he said and stuck the edge of the cookie into her mouth so she could bite off a piece.
"Mmmm, thanks," she smiled.
Spike's eyes were roaming over the brightly wrapped packages, "Don't see mine here."
"That's right; you don't," she teased.
"So where is it?" he sounded almost worried.
She laughed and retrieved her jacket from the armchair on which she had tossed it. "At the dorm."
"Ah, that's all right, then," he decided.
"You don't really celebrate Christmas, do you?" Willow asked as they walked through the park.
"Aside from a gift for you, no," he answered. "Oh, and one for the slayer."
"You got Buffy a present?" she squealed.
"A stake. Handmade by yours truly," he nodded.
"You're kidding!"
"The way I figure it, she'll be pulling splinters out of her hand for weeks."
The redhead stifled a giggle, "You know I'm not going to let you do that to her."
"Doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"I lied," he grinned.
"No present for Buffy?"
"No present," he assured her. "Had you going, though, didn't I?"
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "I'm going to get you for that!"
He laughed and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her playfully into his side, "I sincerely hope so, luv."
The End
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