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snoggedTitle: Trim My Tree
Pairing: Spike/Fred, past Spike/Harmony
rating: light FRAO/NC-17
word count: 520
setting: Season 5, AU-Ish
summary: Spike muses about old and new traditions…and lets himself get distracted.
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angelskuuipo. Any other mistakes are mine.
If there was one thing that Spike missed about England, he would have to say it was the way the citizens celebrated the holidays:
Virgin snow crunching beneath his boots. Red ribbons tied ‘round the street posts.
The screams of noble church-goers as Angelus tore apart a nun or priest or four during midnight mass.
Christmas in LA just wasn’t the same.
The fake snow was shit. The red bows were extravagantly tacky. The greenery was artificial.
Any screams heard were now merely a sign that trouble was afoot and the cavalry would be off to save the day.
At least, that was usually the case.
Today, those screams sounded less like someone in need of help and more like someone who had just gotten the shock of their lives.
Spike leapt to his feet and headed down the corridor towards Wolfram and Hart’s Information Services.
Fred was standing in the lobby, sporting a pair of reindeer antlers and a white lab coat. She was staring up at the company Christmas tree with her mouth agape.
Spike chuckled. Someone had chosen a new tree topper – a Krampus reject that stared down at Fred with beady eyes.
“I said I wanted an angel tree topper, not an Angel tree topper,” Fred moaned. “Don’t they know it’s Christmas?”
Spike tilted his head as he looked at it again. It did rather resemble his sire’s true face. Creepy. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brushed his lips against her temple.
“Harm’s got a unique decorating sense and chestnuts for brains. Still, she does make for a bloody good fuck.”
Fred gave him a good shove with her shoulder.
“Hey!” Spike protested. “Merely stating the facts, love. Why do you think I hung onto her for those years? Because I liked the stellar company? Because I got my rocks off on all those unicorns she collected?”
Fred raised her eyebrows, her lips twisting in something resembling disgust.
“Did you…with her…um…unicorns?”
Spike’s eyes twinkled and a devious grin played at the corners of his lips. “Anything will do in a pinch, love. Especially with a lady that likes to writhe and wiggle.”
Spike shimmied himself towards her, pressing his leg against the crease between her thighs. He leaned down and worried his lips against her earlobe. Fred shivered as his tongue brushed her outer ear – her pinna. She was still a scientist and knowing anatomy was important.
“Wanna see what I can do with my Christmas tree?”
How was it possible that Spike could make something that was so perverted sound so gosh-darn sexy?
Spike reached his hands around to cup her ass and used the other to guide them closer to the tree. It doesn’t take long for him to find the hem of her skirt partially hidden by the length of her lab coat. With the skirt bunched around her waist, he unzipped his pants and pressed the length of his erection against her.
“They say Santa only comes once a year,” Spike whispered as he slipped inside of her. “But you, pet, are about to make to make Santa blush.”
Pairing: Spike/Fred, past Spike/Harmony
rating: light FRAO/NC-17
word count: 520
setting: Season 5, AU-Ish
summary: Spike muses about old and new traditions…and lets himself get distracted.
Beta: the delightful
angelskuuipo. Any other mistakes are mine.If there was one thing that Spike missed about England, he would have to say it was the way the citizens celebrated the holidays:
Virgin snow crunching beneath his boots. Red ribbons tied ‘round the street posts.
The screams of noble church-goers as Angelus tore apart a nun or priest or four during midnight mass.
Christmas in LA just wasn’t the same.
The fake snow was shit. The red bows were extravagantly tacky. The greenery was artificial.
Any screams heard were now merely a sign that trouble was afoot and the cavalry would be off to save the day.
At least, that was usually the case.
Today, those screams sounded less like someone in need of help and more like someone who had just gotten the shock of their lives.
Spike leapt to his feet and headed down the corridor towards Wolfram and Hart’s Information Services.
Fred was standing in the lobby, sporting a pair of reindeer antlers and a white lab coat. She was staring up at the company Christmas tree with her mouth agape.
Spike chuckled. Someone had chosen a new tree topper – a Krampus reject that stared down at Fred with beady eyes.
“I said I wanted an angel tree topper, not an Angel tree topper,” Fred moaned. “Don’t they know it’s Christmas?”
Spike tilted his head as he looked at it again. It did rather resemble his sire’s true face. Creepy. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brushed his lips against her temple.
“Harm’s got a unique decorating sense and chestnuts for brains. Still, she does make for a bloody good fuck.”
Fred gave him a good shove with her shoulder.
“Hey!” Spike protested. “Merely stating the facts, love. Why do you think I hung onto her for those years? Because I liked the stellar company? Because I got my rocks off on all those unicorns she collected?”
Fred raised her eyebrows, her lips twisting in something resembling disgust.
“Did you…with her…um…unicorns?”
Spike’s eyes twinkled and a devious grin played at the corners of his lips. “Anything will do in a pinch, love. Especially with a lady that likes to writhe and wiggle.”
Spike shimmied himself towards her, pressing his leg against the crease between her thighs. He leaned down and worried his lips against her earlobe. Fred shivered as his tongue brushed her outer ear – her pinna. She was still a scientist and knowing anatomy was important.
“Wanna see what I can do with my Christmas tree?”
How was it possible that Spike could make something that was so perverted sound so gosh-darn sexy?
Spike reached his hands around to cup her ass and used the other to guide them closer to the tree. It doesn’t take long for him to find the hem of her skirt partially hidden by the length of her lab coat. With the skirt bunched around her waist, he unzipped his pants and pressed the length of his erection against her.
“They say Santa only comes once a year,” Spike whispered as he slipped inside of her. “But you, pet, are about to make to make Santa blush.”
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