Naughty or Nice?

By Inell

Title: Naughty or Nice
Author: Inell
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: Usual suspects
Rating: R
Feedback: Makes me happy
Notes: I know...another Christmas story. I need a life.
 
 
 
 

"Willow, do we use the angel or the star?" Anya asked.
 

"The star. The angel will make Buffy say look at the pretty angel then
she'll remember her angel that she no longer has and can't be with
because they are too scared to take a risk and try to have a
relationship and would rather sit around and brood all day in LA and
sit
around here and sigh half the time and since we don't want her to be
unhappy especially since she is sort of interested in Riley we
definitely want to avoid that angel and...what?"
 

"One word. That is all you had to say. Star. Geez...you humans" Anya
said placing the star on the tree and throwing the angel back in the
box.
 

Willow rolled her eyes and turned, reaching for one of the ornaments.
She was startled to see Spike watching her, amusement on his face.
 

"What?" she asked, feeling herself blushing. She had caught him
watching
her a lot lately. Since he had been at Giles.....she always felt like
she must have said or done something very stupid to attract his
attention.
 

"You think the slayer and the poof are too scared to take the risk...."
he said softly.
 

"I didn't mean....."
 

"I agree pet. If it weren't meant to be, they'd find a way. You don't
give up when you find the other half of your soul."
 

"Oh" Willow said, staring at him in surprise. "You gave up on Dru..."
 

Spike chuckled. "She wasn't the other half pet. Just a temporary
resident while I was looking...."
 

"Would you two quit flirting and help me finish this damn tree? I
promised Xander I'd meet him after he gets off work."
 

Willow broke her gaze from his and looked at Anya. "Talking. Not
flirting. I don't flirt."
 

"What-ever. Sure looked like flirting to me" Anya muttered.
 

Willow looked at her, knowing her face was flushed. "Go on. I'll finish
this. Xander is probably waiting."
 

"Really? Thank you. No matter what anyone says, I like you. Well, when
you aren't whining about that damn mutt. You could do so much better.
Besides, he probably had fleas....I really like you."
 

"Yippee!" Willow said, rolling her eyes.
 

Spike waited until Anya had left. He watched Willow continue to hand
ornaments.
 

"I thought you weren't into the Christmas thing."
 

"I'm not. Well, I like the holiday. The spirit of giving and
celebrating
family and friends. Presents are nice too. You know, I never got to see
Santa when I was a child." she said, her voice soft.
 

She shrieked when she felt hands on her waist. Before she knew it, she
was sitting on Spike's lap. He looked at her and smiled, his arms
around
her waist keeping her firmly in place.
 

"Ooohhh, I love role playing pet. Tell you what, I'll be Santa. Now
tell
me, this year, have you been naughty or nice?"
**********
"Ha ha ha...so funny. Let me go." Willow said, trying to keep her voice
from trembling.
 

Spike moved one of his hands up underneath her thick sweater. He felt
her warm skin under his cold palm. He brushed his lips against her
cheek. "Not playing pet...not yet anyway."
 

"I need to go." Willow said, keeping her eyes on the door, trying to
ignore the feelings that his touch was arousing in her.
 

"I'm not through yet luv. I'm actually getting into this santa thing.
Having you on my lap....at my mercy..."
 

"I'm not at your mercy." Willow protested feebely. She couldn't move if
her life depended on it. He knew it too.
 

Spike laughed softly, brushing his lips against her neck. "You haven't
told Santa what you want for Christmas yet." he said, moving his hand a
little higher. He brushed his thumb against the edge of her lacy bra.
He
heard her gasp and smiled. "What do you want Santa to give you this
year
Willow?"
 

She glanced at him, her eyes wide and aroused. "You called me Willow."
she said softly.
 

"It is your name."
 

"You usually call me pet or luv or red. I didn't know if you even knew
my name."
 

"I know more about you than you think" he said, his voice teasing. He
gently brushed her lips with his. "I think you're tired of being nice.
I
think you're just dying to be naughty.....am I right pet? Do you want
to
be naughty with santa?"
 

Willow looked into his playful blue eyes. She licked her lips, her
breath quickening as his hand crept higher. She was lost. "Yes" she
whispered.
 

Spike smiled sexily. "Yes what?"
 

Willow knew her face was red. He was going to make her say it. She took
a deep breath. "I want to be naughty."

******
Spike felt a rush of pleasure when he heard her words. She looked at
him, shyly waiting for his reaction. He had been waiting for this
moment
since he had been back. He had wanted her that night in her dorm. Fuck,
he had wanted her that night last year when he had kidnapped her. He
knew that he should have stayed and taken her then. No, instead he'd
been a damn nancy boy and gone after Dru again. He'd learned his
lesson.
This time, she wouldn't be getting away.
 

"I think I'd be the perfect one to help you with that pet" he said, his
hand cupping her breast. He leaned forward and caught her mouth with
his. His tongue entering her mouth, marvelling at the warmth of her. It
had been so long since he had felt so warm.
 

Willow knew that she was doing something stupid. She shouldn't be
kissing Spike. She definitely shouldn't be enjoying it. And she should
be struck by lightning for what she was hoping would happen next. She
wanted him. Here. Now. She felt a heat spreading through her. She
whimpered when his cold hand pushed her bra out of the way. She felt
him
twist her nipple between her fingers. She moved her hands around his
head, bringing him closer to her.
 

Spike pulled away reluctantly. His eyes roamed over her red lips, her
passion filled eyes, her sweater bunched up over her waist...."We
should
move this to somewhere a bit more spacious" he said, cursing himself
for
the waver in his voice. His cock was already straining against his
zipper. He wanted her.
 

"Under the tree." Willow said, blushing.
 

"Not the bed luv?" Spike asked, grinning at her red face.
 

"I don't want our first time to be in Gile's bed. Too yuck. Under the
tree. Please?"
 

"First time pet? High expectations. Under the tree it is."
 

Willow started to stand. Spike surprised her by standing and scooping
her into his arms. He carried her to the tree and gently laid her down,
pushing away the ornaments laying on the floor. His mouth caught hers
again after he removed her sweater. His hands roamed over her body,
leaving no place untouched.

*********
"Wow" Willow said, breathing in the scent of evergreen mixed with sweat
and sex.
 

"Little wildcat aren't you luv?" Spike said, smiling at her. He ran his
hand over her bare stomach.
 

"The scratches will heal." Willow said, her hand covering his. "I did
get a bit carried away didn't I?"
 

"No." Spike kissed her worries away. "I liked it."
 

"Can we do it again soon?" Willow asked hopefully.
 

"You never did tell Santa what you wanted for Christmas."
 

Willow smiled, satisfaction in her eyes. "Somehow, he knew."
 

"Really Red? I thought I remembered you protesting...."
 

"Just playing hard to get" Willow whispered, winking.
 

"Oh, so you were playing with me. I can handle that. What do you
suppose
the watcher would say if he walked in right now?"
 

"He'd probably turn away and tell me to be careful of the pine needles.
I like you nude under the tree." She said, running her hands over his
bare chest.
 

"Just under the tree?"
 

"Nah...I think I'd like you nude anywhere. Especially in me."
 

"I'm shocked. What happened to that nice sweet little shy thing that
was
here a few hours ago?"
 

"She disappeared, thank god. Fuck me?" she asked in a small pleading
voice.
 

Spike smiled. "Being naughty is fun ain't it pet?"
 

"I should listen to you more often" Willow said, agreeing with him.
 

"Well, the watcher isn't due back until tomorrow. Hate to see the night
go to waste."
 

Willow laughed softly as he moved over her, their lips joining. He was
right. Being naughty was much more fun than being nice.
 

***************THE END*******************