Authors Notes: Story is set in the same timeline as "Older and Far Away" but it isn’t Buffy’s birthday. Just a friendly gathering!

A/N2: Thanks to Ani for the great beta on this one!!

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Buffy was in the kitchen cleaning up the remnants of the jelly donuts from breakfast, when there was a knock on the back door. Without waiting for an answer, it opened and Spike and Clem filed in.

"’Lo, luv," Spike said handing her the flowers he picked up on the way.

Buffy looked at the cheap plastic flowers in the equally tacky vase, and frowned at their appearance. Still the gesture was nice. "Thanks," she said smiling at him. "Hi, Clem" she said, to the friendly floppy-eared demon standing in front of her.

"Hey, Buffy," Clem answered. "Is Dawn…"

"In the living room," Buffy interrupted knowing he’d rather spend time with her sister than watch the tension unfold in this room.

No sooner did the door to the kitchen shut, then Spike smirked at her and moved in closer. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and all he could think about was the heat inside her. He wanted to be there so badly. "Alone at last," he whispered sultrily, the length of his body pressing hers further into the counter as he lowered his head for a kiss.

"Not quite alone," she said breathily, his nearness affecting her. "There are a lot of people out in the living room." Her body betrayed her words though, as she tilted up to accept his kiss.

The scent of her arousal spurred him on. His hips began to rock against hers, as his hardness stretched the material of his jeans begging to be freed. She rocked in time with him, letting herself get carried away in the sensations.

A sobering reminder of exactly where they were, and that they weren’t alone, came as Clem innocently returned to the kitchen. "Get a crypt already," he said shaking his head as he reached for the popcorn. "Your sister is looking for you," he said softly to Buffy as he grabbed the bowl. "Shall I send her in here?" he asked with a smirk.

"No," Buffy said quickly pushing Spike off, "don’t send her in. I’ll go out there." Stopping to smooth her clothing, and casually running her fingers through her hair, she shot Spike one last lust filled glance as she stepped through the doors into the living room.

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She shook her head as she looked at them. Everyone was gathered around the TV, glued to it as if life depended on it. "Haven’t we seen enough of the Cheese Block news coverage?"

Willow turned to face her. "Buffy, it’s called the Big Block of Cheese Day, and this is a very important event. It’s the first time it’s ever been reenacted, and a lot of very important groups are there."

Buffy sighed, "But we’ve been watching it for 10 hours now. Can we watch something else?"

"I got the new Men in Black movie. We haven’t watched that yet," Dawn piped up as she ran from the room to get the video, eager to get rid of the cheese-day marathon.

Clem sauntered in from the kitchen carrying the bowls of popcorn. "I think popcorn is more appropriate for Men in Black, than for Cheese Day anyway."

Spike trailed behind him picking up the tail end of the conversation. "You’re still watching that cheese day stuff, Red?" he scoffed. "No one was interested in it the first time it happened, why anyone would reenact it is beyond me." Having just calmed himself down, he tried to avoid Buffy’s heated gaze as he plopped onto the couch.

"I’m with ‘Nibblet, Men in Black for everyone," he added, carefully sneaking a glance at Buffy wondering if she caught the double meaning.

She cocked an eyebrow and suppressed a grin at that comment. As Dawn returned with the movie, an idea occurred to her. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, she curled up in the chair and waited for her moment.

*****

As the movie progressed, Buffy surveyed the room, noticing everyone engrossed in the movie. She carefully shifted the blanket so it sat across her knees, leaving a very small gap between her thighs. She then slid her hand under the blanket and watched for Spike’s reaction as she began to rub herself lightly through her jeans

Spike had been involved in the movie when a familiar scent caught his attention. He slowly lifted his head and turned towards Buffy. The blanket was draped over her knees, hiding her activities in darkness, if you weren’t a vampire that is. Spike, however, could see every movement very clearly. He tore his eyes from the show to look into hers, the passion burning there causing him to shift in his seat.

As her arousal grew, so did the scent. Spike was forced to place a pillow from the couch in his lap to hide his growing interest, as he watched her hands slip into her jeans. He watched as she slipped her fingers inside herself, never moving any other part of her body. He glanced around the rest of them room, and noticed everyone was involved in the movie, no one had even noticed her show.

As he watched, quietly panting unneeded breath, she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips. She motioned upstairs with her eyes, silently begging him. As his eyes sparkled with understanding, she snaked her tongue out of her mouth, sensually licking her fingers clean.

With that one movement, Spike’s barely reigned in self-control burst. He moaned loudly, causing everyone in the room to look at him. "This movie’s bloody awful," he announced quickly as he stood and headed for the front door, hoping no one noticed the bulge in his pants.

Soon after the front door closed, Buffy announced that she was bored also and was heading to bed. As she left the room to a chorus of goodnights, she forced herself to walk casually and not race up the stairs.

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She slowly opened her bedroom door, hoping he was there waiting for her. She looked to the window and wasn’t disappointed. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" Spike asked, smirking as he sat on the windowsill.

"I got bored," Buffy asked sauntering towards him. "But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it," she purred, holding her fingers to his lips. He sucked them into his mouth, savoring the traces of her juices still left there.

She straddled his lap as he pulled her onto the windowsill. Briefly, they just sat silently, not moving at all, and gazed into each other’s eyes. The gaze was broken as Buffy began to squirm, feeling the pressure of him so close, but trapped beneath barriers. She leaned in, nibbling on his bottom lip, as she began to tug his T-shirt over his head.

Breaking the kiss only long enough to get his shirt off, he pulled her closer. He’d had enough of the teasing. He needed more. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, her legs automatically wrapping around him, neither one wanting to pull apart even for a moment. As their tongues dueled passionately, he made quick work of her shirt, eagerly caressing her breasts as they came into view.

As she broke away panting, his mouth descended tracing a hard, taut nipple with his tongue. Buffy bit her lip to stifle the sounds of her moans as he gently licked and sucked her tender nipples. "Spike…I…I need you," she whispered between pants. "Please," she quietly begged.

That last whispered word dissolved any remaining control he had. He sat back on his haunches, eagerly stripping his remaining clothes, as she did the same. As he slid back down her body, he positioned himself at her entrance. "That what you need, pet?" he said, his voice strained under the effort not to give in until he heard her say it.

She pumped her hips in a futile attempt to force him in. All she managed to do was rub him against her clit, as he steadied himself with just enough pressure to make sure she knew he was waiting. Knowing he wanted to hear it, she finally gave in and whimpered, "Please."

He thrust suddenly into her, sheathing himself fully into her heat with one stroke. Both lovers moaned simultaneously as the sensations threatened to overwhelm them. Giving her time to adjust, he began to gently rock his hips. Pulling out and sliding in further each time, until he was almost all the way out on each thrust.

They rocked against each other, her hips pistoning to match each of his thrusts. Their stifled moans grew louder as they neared the edge.

Suddenly Buffy tilted her head to the side in silent invitation. Spike stopped all movement as he stared at her vein. She can’t mean that, he thought struggling to control his demon.

Buffy’s hips pistoned as she whimpered, trying to restart the rhythm. As he began again, now consciously avoiding gazing at her neck, she reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face down to her neck.

The demon in him roared, the feeling of her tight channel pumping him, the smell of her in the air, and the pulsing sensation just below his mouth all combining, causing his fangs to lengthen and plunge into her neck.

Buffy stifled a scream as she instantly climaxed from the bite. The combination of the blood in his mouth, and her spasms around his cock, caused Spike to crumble shortly after.

Spike leaned up on one arm to look at her. For quite possibly the first time in his life, he was speechless. The words passed without sounds as they stared into each other’s eyes. He slowly bent down and kissed her, pouring his emotions into her.

A moan sounded throughout the room. They broke away from the kiss to look at each other. Buffy chuckled, "OK. That wasn’t me."

Spike smirked, "Had to be, luv. Wasn’t me."

Buffy started to get concerned, "Than who was that?"

Spike cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes in an odd attempt to help him hear better. He began a low chuckle. " ‘s OK. Willow and Tara are," he paused to consider his words as he smiled, "making up."

Buffy smiled genuinely happy for them. "Well then. Everyone will just assume it’s them then, huh?" her eyes twinkled as she pulled him down for another kiss.

******

The next morning, Buffy woke to find Spike still sleeping in the bed next to her. She smiled down at his sleeping form, and carefully slid out of bed. Slipping on her bathrobe, she slipped downstairs to join Dawn for breakfast.

"You’re up late," Dawn commented with a smirk as Buffy strolled into the kitchen.

Buffy stared at her trying to determine how much she knew, "I just overslept," she tentatively explained reaching for the coffee knowing she’d need several cups to get started this morning.

"Overslept?" Dawn teased raising an eyebrow, "I would think so."

Buffy whirled to face her sister, whose grin was infectious. "And just why do you say that?"

Dawn’s small grin spread, "I think everyone heard you and Spike up there last night."

Buffy opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. "Oops," she mumbled as the blush crept up her face. "Everyone?" she asked turning to start the coffee, unable to face her sister.

"Yeah, even Giles knows," Dawn said casually, going back to her breakfast.

"Giles?" Buffy asked, her eyes widening in shock as she whirled around to face her. "He wasn’t here, how does he know?"

Dawn shrugged. "He called, and I told him you were busy."

"Told him I was busy doing what, Dawnie?" Buffy said through gritted teeth.

"I didn’t have to say, he knew. I think his exact words were ‘Dike’s a bitch. Thinks she knows what best." Dawn said imitating Giles’ accent poorly.

"What?" she asked at Dawn, puzzlement etched on her face.

She shrugged, "That’s kinda’ what I said."

"Who’s Dike anyway?"

"Greek Goddess of Justice. Lovely woman, had the prettiest black hair," Clem answered matter-of-factly as he strolled into the kitchen. "Although he really shouldn’t call her a bitch, she has an awful temper. And that father of hers…" he trailed off as he shuddered.

"I’ll let him know, Clem," Dawn answered smiling as Clem pulled up a chair beside her.

He grabbed the flowers Spike had given to Buffy last night, and turned to Buffy with pity in his eyes. "They are pretty crappy, aren’t they?" he said smiling weakly at her.

Buffy smiled, "Yeah, but it was a really sweet thought."

Clem shook his head, causing his big floppy ears to flap. "Spike and sweet in the same sentence, never thought I’d hear that." He glanced back to Dawn as she pulled the flowers from the vase, giggling madly. "What?"

She stretched up, turning the flowers upside down and placing them on his head, tucking the ends into one of his folds. "Happy Deer Day!" she shouted giggling madly.

He looked from Dawn to Buffy, and Buffy couldn’t contain herself any longer as she started to laugh. "Go look in the mirror," she said between laughs.

As Clem left the room in search of a mirror, a familiar voice drifted down the hall, "Nice costume, mate. What is it, skinned deer?"

Buffy chuckled, ignoring Dawn’s pointed look as she quickly moved to close the curtains against the daylight. He sauntered into the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe. "Mornin, Nibblet."

"Hey Spike," she answered, as he lit his cigarette and drew deep.

"Spike, can you not smoke in the house please?" Buffy said, exasperated that he would even think it.

Raising an eyebrow and smirking, he gestured towards the back door, "You want me to step outside then?"

Dawn giggled as Buffy just shook her head, and tried to hide her smile. "Just don’t smoke a lot, okay?"

Dawn took her dishes to the sink and grabbed her backpack. "As fun as this is, I gotta’ go to school." As she grabbed the door handle she called through the house, "Bye, Clem." His answering bye echoed through the house.

Spike drew deeply from his cigarette and began to slowly walk towards Buffy. "So, you gotta’ leave too?"

"No," she answered quietly, her body beginning to warm at his advance.

Flicking the cigarette into the sink, he licked his lips, and hungrily eyed her body up and down. "You just want to stay in then?"

Her eyes sparked with lust as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. "No," she grinned wickedly. "I want you to stay in."

He reached out and grabbed the back of her head, forcefully pulling her into his kiss. Her legs slid apart, allowing him to press against her. As he began to slide a hand into her robe, they once again were reminded that they weren’t alone.

"So, what are we doing today?" Clem asked returning to the room, plastic flowers in hand.

Buffy dropped her head to his chest. Never moving from his position, he slowly turned his head to glare at him over his shoulder.

"Right, it’s now what am I doing today…" Clem mumbled, getting the hint, and heading for the backdoor. He had seen Spike angry before and knew that wasn’t anything he wanted to see again.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Spike turned to face Buffy again. "Now, where were we?" he purred, smirking at her.

Wrapping one leg behind him and pulling him closer, she answered him with a kiss.

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Challenge Details:

Write a story, any rating you like, with the following:

1. Someone watching coverage of a real "Big Block Of Cheese Day" on TV
2. Giles calling a Greek Goddess an obscene name
3. NON B/A (no pairing, other pairing)
4. A broken couple getting back together: W/O, G/O, G/J, W/T, C/D, C/X, C/W.....etc.
5. An extra from the show with a name getting a major role (PLEASE not Jonathan...)
6. Jelly Donuts
7. A copy of MIB II
8. A vase of cheap-looking fake flowers given as a gift
9. Someone in costume
10. Someone yelling "Happy Deer Day!"