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A smile curved his lips as he settled back against the pillow with a contented sigh. It had been a good day, he mused sleepily—one that had far exceeded his expectations.
It wasn’t the ‘classic’ Christmas. There’d been no tree dripping with decorations and bright twinkling lights, no stockings hung by the fire; there was, for that matter, no fire—unless you counted the rusty old radiator that thumped and rattled in the corner to produce its not-quite-adequate amount of heat.
It was their second Christmas together, the first having passed unnoticed during the height of their initial fear-driven flight, and they’d done the best they could to make it as normal as possible.
Christmas dinner was an already-roasted chicken, purchased in lieu of a turkey and reheated along with some frozen oven-roast vegetables in the ancient oven in the flat’s tiny kitchenette. A few strands of paper chain decorations were strung across the room, and a tinsel wreath from the thrift shop adorned the inside of the door. Half a dozen brightly coloured parcels had been stacked in the corner the night before, to be discovered in the morning by the delighted toddler who’d seemed more taken with the shiny paper than with the contents.
They’d smiled at Connor’s antics as he’d paraded around with a makeshift hat of tattered paper held tightly scrunched in small chubby hands; his happy, infectious giggles echoing loudly in the small holiday flat that was their most recent home.
He’d splurged, cutting into his carefully-monitored funds to buy Faith a present. He knew she wasn’t expecting anything and that she rarely complained about their sparse existence, and it was that which made him even more determined to spoil her just a little.
Since their arrival in England almost six months ago, Faith had, on occasion, sighed wistfully over the lack of American chocolate. What she saw in her beloved Hershey’s, when to his mind it was far outclassed by Cadbury, he would never know. He’d finally managed to find a shop that stocked a good assortment and had bought up everything they had in stock. The little girl excitement that had lit her face when she’d opened the box filled to the brim with her favourite treats had been worth all the trouble, and her chocolate-flavoured kisses had almost made a convert of him as he swore Hershey’s had never tasted so good.
Her reaction to his other gift had surprised him, and left him feeling more than a little smug. It had been unplanned; the finely-crafted black leather-bound photo album displayed in the shop window had caught his eye and he’d purchased it on a whim. He’d placed the few photographs they had accumulated in their year and a half on the run—mostly of Connor in various stages of development—and added the latest, a ‘family’ photograph taken the week before when they’d taken Connor to visit Father Christmas. He’d then wrapped it, thinking it would be something she would appreciate as serviceable—making storing their photographs simpler. The look on her face, the way her fingers had caressed the soft leather, the tears she quickly blinked away and her emotion-chocked voice as she thanked him had both astounded and pleased him more than he’d imagined possible.
The droning whirr of the hairdryer from the bathroom cut off, dragging Wesley from his reminiscence. The door opened and he swallowed hard, the contented lassitude that had enveloped him washed away by a swift surge of lust as Faith stepped into the room.
The slayer’s long shapely legs were bare to the hem of her saucily-cut crimson satin boxers, and his eyes devoured her, continuing to drift upwards over an exquisitely toned stomach to another swathe of crimson. A wide red satin ribbon wrapped around her upper torso to tie in a bow in the centre of her chest, the tails of the ribbon falling to frame her belly button enticingly. The cold bite of the night air, or possibly Faith’s own excitement, caused her nipples to peak, their outline clearly visible through the fine material. He licked his lips unconsciously as she sashayed towards him, propping himself up on his elbows so as not to miss any of the show.
She smiled knowingly, her eyes darkening with lust as her tongue flicked out to wet her own lips in turn. “Thought you might like to unwrap your present,” she purred, her hands trailing teasingly down her curves to come to rest on the mattress by his feet. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed him with a predatory gaze before climbing onto the bed and crawling up his body to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss.