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"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?"

"This isn't funny. Let me up."

Spike kept his arms tight around her.

"Not meant to be funny. It's Christmas pet. Not April Fool's Day. Now, answer the question."

Willow refused to look into those smiling eyes. He was laughing at her. He always laughed at her. She began to struggled, trying to break free from his grip. It was impossible. His arms were sturdier than steel.

"If you don't quit squirming, Red, old santa here is going to get a bit excited." he said in a seductive voice.

Willow froze. She suddenly became aware of just what part of his lap her butt was on. She felt his hardness poking her through her jeans. She had done that? He was just horny. Any woman squirming on his lap would have caused that. Why did she feel anger at the image of another woman on his lap? He was hers. The thought startled her.

"Luv, the watcher is gone all night visiting his little chit. I don't have to eat so I can wait all night. You, on the other hand, have to eat and do other annoying human things. So, why don't you be a sweetie and answer the question old Santa asked you. Naughty or nice?"

"Nice" she said resentfully. "I'm always nice. Didn't you know? It's a god damn law. Willow has to be nice. The one time I try to be not so nice, everyone almost dies. I'm cursed. I have to be the good girl. I'm good old nice, dependable Willow. So, you can let me up now. I answered your damn question."

Spike heard the tone in her voice and smiled. He liked the fire that she rarely let peak through. He was amazed at how stupid the mortals were. They ignored the potential that the shy red head had in favor of keeping her slotted in that good girl role. He could see her inner depths, even if they were too blind to notice. It was those glimpses of fire...that look of innocence and mischief that had captivated him. With nothing else to do but watch them all, she had quickly become an obsession. He realized now that her fire had always drawn him. Twice he had searched her out. His demon wanted to claim her. He just wanted her. He leaned over, brushing his lips against her ear. He heard her heart beat quicken.

He asked in a teasing voice full of promise, "Want to be naughty, luv?"

"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