"We don't have Boxing Day in America. We have national return all the stuff you don't want or doesn't fit and use your gift cards day."
Spike stared at his girlfriend in total confusion over that statement, then swallowed hard as she popped a chocolate truffle in her mouth with a smile on her face that read total sin.
"Um...chocolate for breakfast. So good. So tummy ache causing."
"I could..." He started again, as he watched her swallow. "Um...I could make toast, eggs, that kind of stuff."
"Nah, that's boring." Buffy patted the bed next to her. "Mom'll be here soon enough to make the turkey and everything. I'd rather kiss you with chocolate breath than turkey breath."
Always willing to go along with her plans, Spike plopped down on the bed and devoured her mouth, tasting the rich chocolate and a hint of creme de menthe.
"Boozy truffles are even better in the morning," he remarked before she toppled him over and kissed the stuffing out of him.
*****
"Happy Boxing Day!" Dawn cheered as she pushed past Buffy and Spike into the flat, loaded with gift bags. "Or Happy Bag Day."
Right behind her, Joyce brushed her lips over her the cheeks of her elder daughter and her boyfriend. "Rupert will be along shortly. Some kind of demon spawning ritual going on beneath the Strand or something."
"Does he need my help?" Buffy was already reaching for the weapons in the umbrella stand right inside the door.
She shook her head at Buffy. "He said specifically no. You're to stay here and help with dinner."
Spike shot her a look of pure panic which Buffy caught and smacked him for.
"You're retired,"
"Semi," Buffy interrupted her sister.
"Whatever. Come and open your presents."
Laughing, Buffy joined Dawn at the Christmas tree where the younger woman was pulling out packages with her name on them. "I can see you really mean come watch while you open yours."
Dawn stuck her tongue out. "Younger sister privilege." Tearing the wrapping off one small package she hoped was what she really wanted, she shrieked in joy and flung herself at Buffy, the danced on her knees holding the 80GB iPod over her head. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Buffy laughed at her sister's joy, and Joyce smiled up at Spike.
"No clue why anyone needs 20,000 songs at their disposal but she seems happy," Spike said softly, a smile on his face that his gift for his Niblet was being so well received.
"You can say that again."
"Lovely green glow she's got there."
Joyce chuckled. "Completely under control and the ability to open dimensional portals is quite a benefit when we're running late or there's a lot of traffic."
Spike pretended to be scandalized. "Does your husband know of your misuse of her powers for personal gain?"
"Who do you think started it? He hates the traffic here as much as I do. Just don't tell the council of stuffy old men."
They shared a conspiratorial grin at pulling one over on the Watchers, then went to open their own presents now that Dawn had ripped through all of hers like a three year old.
End