Slaindeer Games

By Larilyn

Rating- NC-17 baby

Summary- The morning after Life Serial…the geeks aren’t finished playing their reindeer games. Much Spuffiness ensues.

Notes- Thanks to my Splendiforous beta Alana who is…well…splendiforous.

Disclaimer- Joss owns everything and everyone. I own some dryer lint.

"Buffy?" Dawn asked as her sister came through the door.

"Who else would it be?" Buffy flopped down on the couch beside her baby sister. "Please tell me you aren’t watching ‘The Craft’ again."

"Watching ‘the Craft’ again." Dawn admitted. "Just trying to understand the whole magic addiction scenario. It still makes no sense."

"To me either," Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back into the soft couch cushions.

"Did Willow get a nice send off?"

"Mmm Hmm," Buffy muttered without opening her eyes. "Big long talk all night at the Magic Box. We laughed, we cried, it was all very Dawson’s Creek."

"Glad I came home when I did."

Buffy smiled. "We were glad too. You were snoring. It really ruined the poignancy of the moment."

"You know… Spike walked me home."

Buffy peeked over at her sister, barely opening her tired eyes. "I know. I made him walk you home."

"Yeah. He kept calling himself the Big Bad. It was super annoying."

"So why’d you bring it up?" Buffy asked.

"Cuz he’s upstairs in your room."

Buffy shot up off the couch and darted up the stairs. She barely heard Dawn call out, "I’ll be at Janice’s"

***

Buffy entered her room and her senses were assaulted by the most unlikely things. The smell of rose petals that were scattered over her bed, the sight of flickering candles all over her room and the sound of soft jazz reverberating from her radio.

"Spike?" she asked quietly. She knew he was here. She could sense him.

From behind she was hit. A human growl resonated in her ears. Strong arms encircled her waist and tossed her onto the bed.

Spike looked down at her with a self-satisfied grin.

"I have always wanted to do that."

Buffy smacked his chest and pushed against him. "You shit! That wasn’t funny."

He scoffed, "Oh come on, its not like I scared you, Slayer. I know that you knew I was here."

"How do you know that I knew you were here? I might not have known you were here. You might have given me a heart attack…or…or I might have thought you were an evil nasty vampire and staked you, you ever think about that?"

"You knew it was me. I’m the only vampire in Sunny hell with an invite."

"Yow!" Buffy screeched as two sets of claws and a set of teeth skewered her ankle.

"Pitty!" Spike hauled the kitten out from under the bed and scolded her.

"You sure about being the only vampire in this room?" Buffy asked.

Spike looked up at her through remorseful blue eyes. "Sorry about that, love. She’s been spending too much time with her daddy." The hairless kitten purred with utmost pleasure while Spike cooed at her, "Didja catch your Mommy too, Pitty Pat? We both caught your Mommy, didn’t we? Yes we did."

"So, Casanova, what’s with the rose petals and the sexy music?"

"What?" Spike smiled impishly, "Can’t a man pamper his woman without facing the Inquisition?"

"A normal man, yes. You, no."

Spike shrugged and deposited the kitten back on the floor to chase a stray rose petal, "Its just that you’ve had a lousy week, love. Thought I’d lift your spirits a bit." Spike nibbled on her ear and murmured into it, "Any objections?"

I’m sure I have some…but right now thinking is not a do-able thing.

Spike’s hands roamed her body and Buffy moaned, "Mmm Spike."

"Ooh say that again," he begged.

"Mmm…YOW! Ow, ow, ow!"

"PITTY!!" Spike disengaged his kitten’s claws from Buffy’s calf.

"Didn’t you bring her any toys? Other than my flesh, I mean?"

"Forgot ‘em. But I remembered her litter box and food."

"And why does she need those if she’s only staying for a few hours?"

"Well…" Spike looked incredibly guilty.

"Oh, I get it. You didn’t want to make me feel better about my week of hell. You just wanted to shmooz me into taking in Bloodsucker Junior." Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to try to deny it.

"Its not safe for her in my crypt. Some nasty might come along and try and make a snack out of her. Please, love? I’ll do anything."

"Anything?" Buffy asked with interest.

"Anything you want, love." Spike raised his eyebrows and licked his lips hungrily. "Anything at all."

Buffy kicked her shoes off. "Why don’t you put the little hellion somewhere out of biting range? I’m about to expose some very tender flesh."

Spike’s eyes widened at the implications. He dropped the little bundle of no fur into the hallway and demanded, "Go play."

When he turned back to Buffy she was stripping off her socks. She crooked a finger at Spike and beckoned him to her. "What I want…" she purred, taking fistfuls of his shirt and pulling herself up for a kiss, "is a nice…slow…foot rub."

She let go of him and fell back onto the bed. Buffy kicked out a foot and Spike caught it in his hands.

"Rubby, rubby," she instructed, wiggling her toes.

Spike chuckled and knelt before her.

"Ooooh, you’re good at this," Buffy noted as Spike eased all the soreness and tension out of her by rubbing circles in the arch of her foot Spike started using his lips against her ankle, blowing fairy kisses and making her shiver. Buffy moaned, "So so so good."

Spike slid her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. With this, Buffy burst into a giggle fit.

"And she’s laughing again," Spike unceremoniously dropped her foot and instructed, "Right then. Foot rub’s over."

"But…"

"Have a surprise for you love. Clothes off. Be right back."

"But what about my other foot?"

*****

Buffy lay sprawled on the bed like an Egyptian goddess. Spike stopped for a moment at the door to her bedroom and took in the sight.

"Hello lover," she drawled.

" ‘Lo there."

"C’mere."

Spike shook his head. "Surprise first." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the hallway to the bathroom.

Buffy gasped at the state of the room. Candles were lit everywhere and the tub was filled to the brim with fragrant bubbles. "Oh, you do want to pamper me."

He gently deposited her in on her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Does Buffy like?"

"Buffy likes very much."

He took her hand and helped her climb into the silky water.

"Aren’t you coming in with me?"

"Nope." Spike kneeled next to the tub and traced his finger down Buffy’s face. "Bath is for you to relax, baby."

"This isn’t some subtle hint about the way I smell is it?"

"You smell heavenly pet. Just trying to spoil me girl is all."

Buffy settled in to the warm water and closed her eyes. "I should have given you a happy a long time ago."

"Wasn’t from a lack of trying on my part, love."

"Oh sure, creepy stalker guy…attractive."

Under his breath he mumbled, "Not a stalker."

"You tied me up," she reminded him.

An evil smile emerged, "I remember."

"This is better."

"Yeah, well, maybe we’ll play with chains later." With this, Spike ran his hand from Buffy’s knee down below the bubbles. "Right now, I want to make you feel good."

"Good is good." Buffy sighed with pleasure. "I had a fantasy about this once."

"Yeah? What was I doing in this fantasy?"

Spike’s fingers pressed her clit like a button. Pushing and releasing over and over.

"Kind of what you’re doing now." Buffy brought her hands up to her breast to mimic Spike’s movements on her erect nipples.

"And did you come, love?"

"Unh huh."

"And will you come for me?" He captured her tender nub between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth.

Buffy felt her whole body start to burn, "I’m gonna. I’m…mmm."

Gentle waves flowed over Buffy both inside and out. Her ragged breathing filled the steamy room. Spike watched Buffy’s aftershocks, enjoying the fruits of his labor.

Her eyes were still closed when she mumbled, "Getting pruney."

Spike dipped his hand in the water between two mounds of rapidly disappearing bubbles. "Water’s cooling off. Hard to believe with you in there heating it up."

Taking her hand, he escorted her out of the lukewarm bath. He wrapped a fuzzy towel around her shoulders and then took another one and dried off every inch of her. When he rubbed the plush cloth against her sensitive sex, Buffy complained, "You’re a tease."

"I told you, tonight was about making you feel good."

"You know what would make me feel good?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hot vampire lovin’. So get to it."

Spike chuckled and hoisted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his torso. He carried her to the bedroom. "Hot vampire loving coming right up."

Rubbing against his erection, Buffy groaned, "Uck, bad pun."

******

Buffy nuzzled her cheek into Spike’s chest. He was teetering on the edge of sleep. A low purr rumbled forth from deep within him. A higher pitched purr emanated from the kitten on her pillow.

"I’ve come to a decision," Buffy said sleepily.

Spike’s purr was interrupted, "Whassat love?"

"If Pitty Pat wants to move in, her Daddy has to move in too."

"Are you sure? The Scoobies…"

"Pfft…Xander’s dating an ex-demon that was sent to curse him and Willow is shacking up, in my house, with her witch slash lesbian lover. People who live in glass houses should judge not lest ye…" she frowned at the mixed metaphor, "I’m too sleepy to talk."

"Then sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning."

Buffy smiled as she drifted off to Never Never Land.

End (Finally)