Brave New Year

DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs not mine .Spike hummed as he puttered around the bedroom. A muted TV on the dresser showed footage of fireworks displays from different countries celebrating the New Year. “Baby? “ he called out. “Do you know where my vest is?” Buffy wandered in from the bathroom, wearing her terry robe. Her damp hair curled around her shoulders. “There’s a zippered pocket on the tuxedo bag. It’s in there. So are the cufflinks.” She stopped to admire her fiancé as he poked around in the bag, which lay on the bed. Spike was focused on fastening his cuff links, fussing with the small silver pieces. Pulling his jacket on, he shot his cuffs and grinned at Buffy. “Posh enough for you, love?” he asked.  He looked perfect in his tuxedo, absolutely good enough to eat. Then she got a good look at his feet. ”You are so not wearing those scrungy boots.”  Buffy said firmly. He gave her an exasperated look and pulled a pair of dress shoes out of the bag. “Look at these things,” he said as he waved the opera pumps in her direction. “You can’t be serious.” She arched an eyebrow at him. ”They are appropriate. They are elegant. Not seeing the problem here.” “They are slip-ons. They are patent leather. I am not wearing these nancy boy shoes.” Buffy smirked. “Want to bet?” Spike crossed his arms and glared at her. “There is nothing you can say that would change my mind on this, sweets.” She leaned in close to him and licked his cheekbone, tracing it gently all the way down to his jaw. Her tongue trailed down, making wide circles on the side of his neck. “Wasn’t planning on talking, William,” she said sultrily. He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. “I’m –“ he swallowed. ”I’m quite- firm on this, love.” Buffy grabbed his cock through his pants. He gasped with pleasure.  She held him firmly, stroking up and down. She peered up at him coyly. “Quite firm.” Spike moaned, thrusting hard into her hand. “Oh, sweet fuck. That feels so good.” She leaned him back on the bed, working open his belt buckle. “Yes,” he pled, his voice tinged with desperation. “ Wait, no, we have to get going,” he said as he pulled her hands off the belt.Buffy kissed him passionately, opening the belt and releasing his cock. She worked him in her hand with long firm strokes while she teases hid nipple through his shirt.  “They’ll wait. I won’t,” she said breathlessly. Overwhelmed by her blatant need, Spike responded. He pulled her on top of him as he  cupped her breasts and bit her neck. She moved her hand faster until he was desperate.  Buffy slid his pants down his legs. “I don’t want to mess up your sexy clothes, Spike,” she said, as she leaned down. He grabbed her wrists and yanked her back up. He gazed up at her, eyes smoky with lust. “Not that way. I need to be inside you. Got to take you. Need you now,” he growled.  He pulled open her robe and plunged into her. They both howled, slaves to the need that had overcome them.  He took both her wrists in his powerful grip. He used the leverage to tilt her back until the angle was impossibly deep and intense. Their bodies slapped together furiously, both of them thrusting furiously. The four-poster bed shuddered and shook as it scraped across the floor. Raw, primal noises escaped from their throats as they moved with primal intensity. They came at the same time, voices joined in release. Kissing gently, they murmured endearments to each other as they came back down to earth.“I am so in love with you,” she whispered. “You are my sweet darling girl,” he purred, stroking her hair. Later, Spike and Buffy walked into the Bronze hand in hand, both glowing with happiness and contentment. They made a striking couple, both decked out in black formalwear.  They wandered over to the table where their friends waited. “What took you guys so long?” complained Xander, dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit. “Well, Dawn was out of the house so I just had to jump his bones before we left,” explained Buffy, with a teasing glint in her eye. “I really like this little noise that he makes when I-“ Xander looked disgusted. “Just a little sex talk payback,” she explained. “You and Anya earned some of that.” She smiled, and so did he. He knew it was true.. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked. ‘I’m good,” said Buffy. He turned and walked to the bar.“So, where is Dawnie tonight?” asked Willow. She looked beautiful in a green satin gown, her hair pulled up in rhinestone barrettes.  Spike pulled out a chair for Buffy and she sat down. He sat next to Willow. “New Year’s slumber party,” said Spike. “Some crazy parent volunteered to have ten giggly girls over the whole night through.” He reached out and grabbed a carrot stick from Will’s plate. He stuck it in the corner of his mouth and began to nibble it. Looking around the room, he spied some familiar figures on the dance floor.  Anya and Tara were dancing together. Both of them were putting forth some pretty steamy moves, attracting appreciative glances from a number of the men. Spike laughed and turned to Willow. “Bet it would really burst the bubble for those drooling idiots if they knew one of them prefers girls and the other’s going to be a mum in seven months.” They turned together to watch the girls dancing. Buffy reached over and grabbed a celery stick. She scanned the room, munching away. “How are things going between you  and Tara?” asked Spike.Willow smiled happily. ”Great. She – ah- slept over last night.”  She smiled, with eyes that sparkled. Spike slapped her on the shoulder. “Good for you, ducks.” “I was thinking about asking her if we could get a place together in June when school lets out,” said Willow.” I’m trying not to rush things, but it’s hard.” Spike looked thoughtful. “Well, Buffy and I are in your old room, but Buffy’s old bedroom is free.”   Buffy snapped to attention. “But we’ll need that room for a  nursery.”