Title: Happy Holidays
Author: Reatha
Email: spikes_witch@WitchesBrew.zzn.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a little Christmas morning fun. Takes
place after
Realizations.
Spoilers: none, really, but the previous stories have
spoilers for
Something Blue
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, I just put in a blender and
mix.
Distribution: If you have my stuff, take it, if not,
ask. Also, my site:
www.fortunecity.com/lavender/dolomite/713/fireinth.htm
Feedback: pretty please????
Notes: This may turn into a saga yet...I have an idea
for another
installment, but don’t know if I should...I still have
2 other stories I
want to finish before I go back to school...(I hate
having unfinished
stories posted)
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“Spiiiike…” cajoled a sweetly innocent sounding voice.
“Spiiike…” it
called again, drawing the blonde vampire out of his
deep
unconsciousness.
“Dru?….Pet?” he asked sleepily, face down on the bed.
They’d gotten
to sleep around noon, after a more than pleasurable
morning (or night,
for them). Some internal alarm told Spike that it was
barely past
sunset. Too early to be as cheery as his princess
sounded. “What are
you doing up so early?” he mumbled, his accented voice
muffled by
the pillow.
“It’s Christmas, Spike.” She replied in an overly
excited voice. He
could feel her kneeling on the side of the bed, making
him shake with
her bouncing. Peeking up from his pillow, he saw her
hands wrapped
tightly around one another, and white teeth gently
gnawing on her
bottom lip. His princess looked like a little kid,
trying to get his/her
parents up out of bed, too early on Christmas morning.
“Is it really, luv?” he asked, sinking back into the
bed. Spike smiled
into the pillow upon hearing her little whimper.
“Spiiiike…..” came her plaintive cry again, as she
tried to prod him out
of bed.
“Dru, baby, it’s too bloody early.” He groaned into
the pillow, as Dru
tried – unsuccessfully – to get him out of bed.
“Never took you for the lazy sort, Spike.” Said a deep
voice from the
doorway. That was enough to get the blonde turned over
and upright in
bed, in to time at all. For there, leaning against the
doorframe, was
Angelus. Not the soulful kind, but his sire. Who wore
and amused
expression on his face. He’d been silently watching
the antics of his
children, and couldn’t help but chuckle. It was good
to be back.
“I take it Red knows of your mysterious and somewhat
late
appearance?” asked Spike, eyeing his sire, who only
wore his leather
pants and nothing more.
“She’d still sleeping.” Said the now-soulless Angelus,
a satisfied look
overcoming his face.
“Recovering, you mean.” Spike corrected. He didn’t
believe for one
minute that Angelus would let Willow out of bed until
he’d made up
the past month to her. And she wouldn’t let him out of
bed until she’d
made him pay for this last month of hell. By the looks
of the dark
vampire, she had.
“Whatever.” replied Angelus, pushing himself from the
doorframe.
“I’ll go wake sleeping beauty and meet you both
downstairs.” With
that, Angelus turned and went down the hall to his
mate’s room.
“Mummy’s all happy now.” Stated Drusilla, bringing
Spike’s attention
back to the grinning vampire kneeling on the bed next
to him. “The
Little Tree got her Christmas wish and now we’re a
family again.” She
stated.
“That we are, pet.” Confirmed Spike, hoping that this
time would go
better than the last.
Angelus stood at the end of the large bed, and looked
at his mate.
She was glorious. She lay on her back, her head turned
to one side,
exposing the pale flesh of her neck. Seeing his marks
on her sent a bolt
of possessiveness through him. She was his!
Crawling over the bed to her side, he gently woke the
red head with a
searing kiss, before lowering his head to nibble along
her collarbone.
“It wasn’t a dream.” She said in wonder, her hands
lifting his head to
meet his eyes. Willow’s gaze took in every detail of
his face,
memorizing each curve. Her eyes bore deeply into his,
searching for
guilt or remorse – any sign of the soul-filled Angel.
Satisfied with what
she found (or didn’t find), she smiled and lifted her
mouth, taking his
in a kiss full of happiness, desire and
possessiveness.
Her mate had come back to her.
Breaking the kiss before it turned into something they
didn’t have time
for, Angelus spoke for the first time since waking
her.
“Spike and Dru are waiting for us downstairs, so we
can open
presents.” He said smiling into her green eyes. “I
think Dru may kill us
both if we’re not down there soon. She’s like a little
kid today.”
A huge grin exploded across Willow’s face as she
pictured her new
friend bouncing around like a 5 year old who had eaten
too many
candy canes. Giving her mate a quick kiss, Willow
hopped out of bed
and began racing around the room, looking for
something to throw on
overtop of her nakedness.
“Well, then. We shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Said
Willow, tying her
silk robe tightly.
“Yeah, we better not.” He agreed, pulling her into his
embrace and
branding her with a kiss. Seeing her run around the
room totally naked
had left him wanting to throw her back onto the bed,
but he hadn’t
been kidding about Dru. His insane childe loved
Christmas, and
wouldn’t tolerate slow risers where presents were
concerned.
“Get your bleedin’ arses down here before I stake Dru
meself!” came
Spike’s yell form downstairs, separating the two still
kissing.
As they made their way down the stairs, Willow
couldn’t help but feel
giddy. She had everything she could possibly want;
family, friends and
her mate. But there was still a small part of her
brain that kept nagging
at her, telling her that her friends (Buffy, Giles,
and Xander) didn’t
have long to live, now that Angelus was back.
But an even larger part of her didn’t care. Having
Angelus made her
too happy. He eclipsed all else.
“Merry Christmas, Willow.” He whispered into her ear,
wrapping his
arms around her waist from behind as she gazed at the
sparkling
Christmas tree.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” Said Willow, turning in
his arms and
sealing her words with a kiss.
End