Part Six
Return to me…

Buffy’s head snapped up from the back of the sofa as her spinal cord began to tingle and her awareness heightened as she sensed a vampire. Her instincts told her that it was only a few feet behind her very front door and Buffy had no idea how any vamp could get past the perimeter of Slayers. It must have some balls to stand in front of her apartment and she supposed if you wanted the glory of having slain a Slayer than why not go for the pick of the crop. Not that she felt the ‘pick’ of anything lately and Buffy doubted that a slightly disadvantage pregnant Slayer would be a fun hunt for a vamp.

Sighing, Buffy got up off the sofa and picked up her prized weapon off the wall. The scythe that Buffy had used to chop Caleb up in half and in the Slayer’s battle against the First. It would make the killing on her part quick and easy, as she didn’t have to do much but yield the weapon at an opponent. The dammed scythe seemed to have a bloodlust of its own and it would lunge effortlessly at an opponent as if it held itself up in battle to make the kill. Making the job of killing evil demons less messy, the scythe seemed to absorb the blood of the enemy as it sliced through their flesh. Bizarre, but it did the job and Buffy was beginning to care less about this oddity, the more she used it.

Slowly making her way to the door, Buffy stopped dead as her senses became overloaded with a familiar scent and agonizing acuity of someone long gone. Buffy began shaking as she started to fall apart from the inside out and anguish screamed from deep inside her. Buffy’s heart felt like it had been viciously ripped out of her chest cavity. Pain speared itself along Buffy’s body as she leaned onto the door for support before she fell down, letting the heavy weapon fall to the floor. Pure misery flooded her veins as denial smacked its way inside her head and Buffy felt like she was going to snap into two with the pressure.

A hand went to her skull as Buffy’s cranium throbbed with contradiction. It couldn’t be him. It was impossible. Her nostrils flared with a familiar faint smell of tobacco, whiskey and leather. Buffy could not contemplate anything past what she was experiencing and in every second that past, she became more aware of the vamp behind the door. With a deep breath, Buffy prepared herself for the disappointment of realizing that it was not going to be him.

It wasn’t going to be Spike.

Whomever the joker was behind the door was, it going to pay with their life or unlife for plummeting her to back into a living misery. Anger flared along side the hurt and pain as Buffy got up, flung the door open in a split second and charged into the corridor. Fists in front of her ready to beat the vamp to death with her bare hands, Buffy collided with a solid chest, looked up and buckled into unconsciousness. Blackness over took Buffy’s awareness as futility became reality, but no one standing close to her missed the two words that Buffy whispered before plunging into darkness.

“My love.”

She never felt the arms that closed around her to steady her body, lifted her and gently carried her to bed. Spike laid her down gently on top of the duvet that covered the queen-sized bed. Buffy looked so vulnerable and pale against the Blanc colour of the cover, Spike tried to make her as comfortable as he could on the bed. Standing back he stood rigid as he looked over his beloved, Spike never noticed Willow standing beside him and running a hand over his back trying to comfort him. Willow wasn’t blind to Spike’s deep torment and pain at seeing Buffy like this.

Buffy had been through so much in the last four months, the battle with the First and then looking over the Potentials now Slayers. Spike had carried some of the stress for Buffy in those last few weeks, comforted her and held her all night. Willow wouldn’t swear to it but she was sure that they had become lovers again the night before the final battle. Opening her mouth in shock realization Willow mentally kicked herself for her blindness…lovers four months ago and now…a Slayer four months into pregnancy.

Willow came to the only obvious single conclusion she could and one that would explain a hell of a lot. Sighing, Willow walked over to her unconscious friend checking her breathing and rapid pulse finding that both were returning to normal. Looking at Spike, Willow shook her head in amazement and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. They both had some pretty good explaining to do to each other, especially Buffy. Willow secretly wished that she could be in the room when Spike found out the truth.

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Part Seven

Scorch marks…

Spike watched her sleep as Buffy snuggled herself deeper into his chest as she slept in his arms. He gently pushed the hair away from her face as she turned it upwards and took a deep breath as if to reassure herself of Spike’s presence with his scent. Spike studied every curve and line that covered her face, softly tracing her eyes, nose and lips to burn the image of her into his memory, along with every other one that he had of Buffy. She looked so relaxed in sleep as Spike thought of all the things that he wanted to say to Buffy when she awoke. Tell her everything that had happened to him, help her with whatever was troubling her so deeply and see if she would have him as her own.

Spike didn’t know if he could survive another rejection from her, but he knew that he had to try or spend the rest of his unlife wondering ‘what if’. Yet by her words, before Buffy collapsed, Spike knew that there must be some hope. Buffy had never called him that before the battle with the First and hope seemed to be all he had now. Deep in thought, Spike’s concentration was broken as he felt her hand move along his chest. He had missed her touch so much. Spike had craved it when he was nothing but a reflection of light, and it electrified him too feel her warm hand sliding across his cool flesh.

Spike took an unnecessary deep breath as Buffy’s hand slid down and underneath his t-shirt that he wore, pulling it further away from his jeans, and laying her hand across his abdomen. Buffy’s fingers traced Spike’s raised rectangular abdominal muscles making them contract as they passed over them. Gently putting his hand over hers and with the fabric acting as a barrier between them, Spike tried gently to guide her hands away from himself. Refusing to budge, Buffy slid her hand up higher, lightly stroking the flesh until it came to rest half on his left pectoral and sternum. Spike held himself completely still and allowed himself enjoy her exploration of him, it was exhilarating to feel her so close after so long.

A memory of their last time that they made love together flooded into Spikes mind, the touches, sigh’s and a deep desperation to feel everything. Be everything to each other for what could have been their last time together before they faced the first. As far as Buffy was concerned, it had been and for Spike….it kept him sane…he had something to remember in his darkest moments.

Closing his eyes, Spike never saw Buffy open hers as she woke up, with such a sense of calm for the first time in what seemed an eternity. All Buffy could do was stare at the person that held her with such gentle strength. Buffy looked at every angle of his face that she could whilst he lay unaware of her staring at his chiseled features. Spike had not changed at all; he looked the same as he did the day in the caves when he died to save the world. No scares or burn marks puckered his skin that was slightly warm from her body heat.

It was possible that this was Spike, instinct told her as well as every cell in her heart and being told her this was him, but she had to be sure. Withdrawing her hand from his body and pulling slightly away from him, Spike eyes shot open to see Buffy looking suspiciously at him. He could sense her muscles tighten ready to fight or flee as her face stiffened from the relaxation of sleep.

“Who the fuck are you?” Buffy asked harshly. “And how did you get into my apartment?”

“You really need to ask love?” Spike lifted his hand to her cheek and softly caressed it as he made himself more comfortable sitting against the bed head. “Missed you so much.”

“Stop!” Buffy screamed at him. “Just stop. You aren’t Spike. He’s dead.”

“Course ’m dead love, been dead for centuries. Well not centuries…” Spike tried to make light of the situation. “But it’s me Goldilocks. I promise you it’s me. Your Big Bad’s comes back from hell.”

“You went up in flames in front of my eyes in the cave and then…then,” Buffy stumbled as her voice chocked with emotions. “The caves collapsed and nothing survived…nothing. Sunnydale is just a dusty crater.”

“I know, been there and got the T-shirt.” Spike began playing with her hair and letting the strands fall between his fingers. Buffy must trust him somewhat to let him be so physically close to her. “It’s a long story, and remind me to tell you sometime but I’m back sweetheart. I’m back for my girl.”

“I’m not totally convinced it’s you…” Buffy was teetering on believing him but need to hear more from him. Physically he resembled Spike totally and all her Slayer instincts told her it was Spike but it wasn’t enough. Buffy needed to know that he knew things that only they’d shared, her heart screamed out to know the truth. Was this her Spike? “Tell me…tell me things that only we know and no one else knows.”

“There’d be plenty of those, love. Remember you threatened to kill me if I told anyone about our little secrets.” Spike moved swiftly as he pinned Buffy gently to the bed with his upper body. “You can move away from me anytime you like.”
“Everyone knew that I’d have killed you if you’d told anyone back then. What’s so special about that?” Buffy intuitively placed her hands around his back.

“So do you want family secrets?” Spike smiled at her wide-eyed look. “Or maybe something I know about you?”

“No,” Buffy’s heart spoke for her, “I want to you to tell me things about us.”

“There was no ‘us’, Buffy,” Spike spoke quietly and laced with some regret. “You said that yourself.”

“I was a fool…” Buffy tried to control the tears that threatened to flow. “Tell me something…something about when we where together.”

“We totally destroyed a house the first time we…” Spike for just a moment let himself remember how good she felt wrapped around him them in that house. The passion and electricity that had passed between them as the reality of their desire enfolded them into shadows. If only for a moment in time, she had allowed their passion to consume her and burn him. “You regretted it in the morning and smacked me for it. The most public place we fucked would have been in the Bronze on the balcony…”

“Anyone could know that if they looked deep enough into our liaison,” Buffy spat out.

“Love, you want more details?” Spike focused his eyes on her lips and peered down to the top half of her body under his. “Like the way you moved against me when we had sex. The way you tasted when we kissed or I lapped up your wetness. The way it feels when you come around me…or when I came inside of you. The electricity we created when we’re close….”

Buffy felt her insides liquefy as he relived the passionate desire and need they’d shared when they’d been lovers. Spike had been like no other man Buffy had been with, he’d always made sure that she’d been just as fulfilled as him and truthfully he’d always put her pleasure first. Spike could extend her pleasure for hours or have enough stamina and strength for her physical abilities. He had been the only one able to bring out the wild side of her sexuality when it was hard and fast or allow Buffy to express her sensuality when sex was slow and passionate. Buffy swallowed hard as she tried to control her physical response to his words but she could feel the moisture begin to pool between her thighs. Memories of passionate and wild encounters flowed through her body as if trying to revive every single moment again.

“Maybe you need a reminder,” Spike lowered his head until his lips brushed against her own seeking the taste of her mouth. “Open yourself to me.”

Instantly she opened her lips as his tongue plunged in and swirled its rough cold edge along her teeth as he explored her lips intimately. Buffy without any reluctance opened her jaw and allowed his full access to her mouth. They rejoiced when neither ever thought they would be together again. Spike and Buffy, hungrily consumed each other as tongues danced around each other desperate to taste and feel every inch of flesh that they could. Spike felt a subtle heat invade his mouth as Buffy drew out the kiss that became more demanding and passionate. Buffy reveled in the cool effect that Spike’s lips had on the burning heat that spread through her body. She hadn’t felt this alive since…since they’d last touched.

Need and passion accelerated with each second that passed between them as they offered shelter within each other’s lips and embrace. The want to experience more of the other became more prominent and demanded to be satisfied as their shared heat intensified to a consuming fervor. Buffy made the first step forward as she grabbed onto his t-shirt and pulled it up until Spike broke their kiss and lifted the rest of the damn thing off. Spike took possession of her mouth again making the kiss intensely demanding and obsessively passionate. He took the soft folds of her lips between his teeth and gently bit the flesh. Licking the tender area with his tongue, Spike immersed himself in her unique flavor of her own essence that he tasted every time they kissed.

Driven on by their enthralling passion, Buffy touched Spike with wandering hands as if she was trying to trace every centimeter of bare flesh, every ridge and curve of his body. Buffy felt his muscles contract in response to her strokes over his skin, just as she remembered every time that they had been together. Spike arched slightly as she ran palms with fingers open broadly across his back and down to his waist, slipping them around the belt he wore. Buffy grasped the buckle, pulled the end of the leather out from the one loop of his jeans, and stopped when Spike put a hand over hers.

“Are you sure Love?” Spike spoke tenderly and reassuringly. “You look like you’ve been through hell and back. You need sleep more than this.”

“Spike, I’ve been in hell since the battle of the First.” Buffy continued to pull apart his buckle from the leather of the belt. “I need you more than I need sleep. I need to feel you against me again. I’ve been dreaming about you…this…for so long Spike…so long.”

Spike removed his hand from around hers and pulled apart the tie of her pajama bottoms. Eyes locked together as they continued to loosen each other’s garments. Spike started to undo the buttons that held her top together and Buffy slowly undid the snaps that held his jeans together. Sitting up for as long as it took to remove Buffy’s pajamas and his jeans, Spike quickly returned to her side not wanting to be away from her warmth for a mere second. Leaving Buffy naked, to lie on her back against the mattress and him on his side facing her.

With curled fingers, Spike gently brushed them over her skin starting at her cheek. Tracing her cheekbone as he lightly kissed her jaw line, lifting his head up to look at her reaction as his hand began to travel downwards. Spike traced the top of her lip, avoiding Buffy’s attempt to take one of his fingers into her mouth, he made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise and continued onwards. Down her neck and across her collarbone until he moved inwards towards the slope of her breast, reaching her nipple he ran the hardened tips between his fingers, gently pinching the flesh, and making Buffy moan with delight.
Spike cupped the breast in his hand, tenderly squeezing the mound for a few minutes until he began to brush her skin again with his fingertips. He traveled down her abdomen and couldn’t help but notice the slight slope in her stomach muscles. Spike smiled at her, either Buffy had really been working out or she had put on a little weight since they’d last been together. Finally, he reached the top of her legs, brushing his hand over her pussy until he reached the moist folds that separated under the pressure of his fingers. Spike watched Buffy as she reacted, opening her mouth and deeply exhaling as he brushed a single finger over her clit.

Repeatedly he gently stroked the nub of wet flesh making Buffy slightly shudder each time he moved over her clit. Taking possession of her mouth Spike entangled his tongue with hers again as he timed the strokes of his fingers with those of his tongue. Not wanting to be left out, Buffy clasped her hand around the circumference of his hardened cock and began stroking the ridged length up and down. Spike jerked as the warmth of her skin penetrated through the sensitive cooler flesh of his cock making the stimulation even more pleasurable. Even though Buffy felt that she was going to explode it was not enough for her, nowhere near enough. Buffy doubted that she could wait very much longer before she threw Spike onto his back on the mattress mounting him herself.

Knowing Spike, he would draw out foreplay for as long as possible to prolong the pleasure as it heightened the ecstasy of orgasm for them both once they had achieved it. Buffy knew that she just couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted Spike. Wanted to feel his cock thrusting inside her, now. Buffy had been dreaming of being like this with him for so long, daydreaming of his impossible return and making love with him so often. Now that it was real, she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please Spike,” Buffy begged and pleaded with him. “I need you inside me. Feel your cock fucking me…please.”

“Not yet love,” Spike pulled his hand away from her wet folds and moved her hand away from his cock as he began lightly to kiss her neck. “Need to reacquaint myself with your lush body, love.”

“Spike, please.”

Buffy’s voice broke as he moved from her neck to her collarbone and finally one of her aching breasts. Tweaking the nipple with his teeth, a sheared wave of pleasure surged a course through her nerves making her feel like she was going to self ignite any second. The flesh between his teeth became flushed and tender as he nipped and sucked at it. Spike swirled his tongue over and around the nipple sending even more sensitive pleasure explosion along her body. Buffy’s need to be with Spike as one became precedent as he continued to increase her heightened sensual bliss. Spike moved his head across to the other breast to only tease and tantalize it as he had the other until Buffy could stand it no more. Grabbing his head gently between her hands she pushed it in a downwards motion. Buffy knew that Spike was going to prolong their foreplay no matter what she demanded. Therefore, Buffy did the only thing that she could and gave into the pleasure of ecstasy Spike offered to her.

In a straight line of licks and kisses, Spike made his way down her abdomen and the top of her pubic bone. Turning his head to the side, Spike looked into Buffy’s passion glazed gaze and watched as he slipped his hand between her thighs. Telling her to ‘spread her legs’ which she immediately complied with as it was resistance was futile when it can to Spike’s orders. Spike slipped his thumb over her clit and began circling the nub as Buffy felt the shimmers of bliss turn into throbbing sensations of burning need as he increased the pressure and pace.

With his opposing finger, Spike slipped it along the moist fold of her pussy until it slid inside her inner wet passage. Grazing the sides of her as it explored her wet interior as far as he could reach within the warm flesh. Buffy shuddered against him as Spike offered a fraction of the real fulfillment that she was aching for and gasped in a single breath as he teased her.

“More …I need more,” Buffy cried out in need. “Need to feel you…I want…nwahh...please baby, do what you do best.”

“Is that all I do best, love?” Spike raised a questioning eyebrow, smiled his cocky grin and twirled his tongue against his upper palette. “Sound like I disappoint you in every other part of when I fuck you.”

“You know what I mean Spike,” Buffy whispered to him. “You make me wet just thinking about all the delicious things you do to me. Please Spike, don’t tease me I want you so badly.”

“Anything that my girl wants.”

Moving himself between her legs, he grasped an ankle in each hand and positioned them on the mattress. Letting his hand travel up and down her legs until her came to rest his fingers over the folds of her vagina spreading the moist folds apart. Locking his eyes with hers he lowered his head until his mouth was level with her clit, slowly he moved forwards and took an excruciatingly slow swipe of the nub with his tongue.

Again and again, Spike repeated the slow and intensely agonizing teasing of her clit with the rough flesh of his mind-blowing tongue. Making Buffy grab his head between her hands and pull gently at Spike’s hair as she tried to stop herself from going over the edge to soon. Spike felt her become wetter as he continued to tease her clit and ran two fingers along the crease just below where he teased her clit.

Lost in the maze of lust and desire that fleeted around then, for a split second Spike could have sworn he heard Buffy’s heart rate flutter as she cried out in passion. Her heart beating wildly and rapidly in his ears, it sounded like it was almost about to burst. Spike looked up at her the best he could as he increased the pressure that would surely make her heart race even faster than it was. Yet something was different about the rhythm of the beats he heard for just a second, it sounded so close, almost like he could put his hand out and touch it. Closing his eyes for a moment, Spike gathered his thoughts together as his fanciful thinking was making him imagine things that weren’t real. He needed to get a grip with himself and get back to what was important to him right now.

Buffy and the immense feelings of pleasure that they were sharing.

Slipping his fingers inside of her passage, Spike began moving them slowly mimicking a thrusting movement that he knew Buffy was craving. Clamping his mouth over her clit, Spike began suckling the small nub, nipping it between his teeth hovering Buffy on the edge of pleasure and pain. Licking her clit at the same tempo as Spike thrush his fingers in and out of her inner walls, making her pleasure double as she continued to struggle to hold onto any sanity she had left. Buffy began to rock her hips against Spikes invasion of her pussy, as she desperately tried to expose herself to more pleasure. Spike responded by increasing his tempo and inserted another finger inside her tight wet passage allowing them both to experience more of each other’s flesh.

She had missed him so much during the last four months, longed to feel him again against her body. A single tear of thanks slipped down her face. As she rejoiced in not only the pleasure she was experiencing, but also the elation that someone or something had returned him to her. Buffy quickly wiped the tear from her face, as she didn’t want Spike to see her cry even if it was in joy. He would want to stop and know what was bothering her so much that she had shed a tear.

“Let yourself go love.” Spike felt Buffy hold herself back as she began to contract against his fingers that penetrated her vagina, as she clamped down her pelvic floor and abdominal muscles. “Come for me.”

“No,” Buffy whispered trying to control her breathing, “I want to come with your cock inside me.”

“Buffy, I’ll make sure that you’ll come on me so hard that you’ll think you’re gonna burst,” Spike promised her
.
“No…” Buffy struggled to keep herself in control against the wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her. “It’s what I want…to be with you… together for the first time.”

“Love, it doesn’t matter,” Spike tried to reassure Buffy. “I get just as much pleasure, love, seeing you come.”

“No Spike.”

Buffy pulled herself up and grabbing his shoulder dragged him upwards so that his body lay upon hers. Spike steadied himself upon his elbows as Buffy slid her feet up the back of his legs and rested her ankles across his buttocks. For a few seconds they just looked at each other and enjoyed the reverence they had for the moment they were now sharing. Lifting up his hips, Spike slid his cock in between her moist folds of her pussy and stopped at the entrance of her vagina. Slipping a hand in between their bodies, Buffy took his stiff cock in her hand and guided the head inside her passage just a few centimeters. Slowly inch by inch, Spike slipped his length deeper into her depths, lubricated by her warm juices making their right of passage between them easier.

Spike moved inside Buffy, with shallow circular thrusts making her tighten the grasp she had on his arms, leaving deep marks from her nails as they imbedded themselves into his skin. Foreheads touched as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes as if to see each other’s soul for the first time. Hazel blazed against blue as they reflected each other in their iris, lost in the abyss of pleasure. Their tempo changed as the frenzy of passion demanded to be feed and as desire licked at their bodies now locked together. Slow shallow circular thrusts of his cock inside her tight passage gave way to hard quick penetrating gyrations of his hips against Buffy’s as she grinded up against him.

“Bloody hell Buffy,” Spike grunted out in time with his thrusts against her body. “Never thought we’d…ever…” His cock slamming down even harder inside of her as Spike continued with what he was trying to say. “Be like…this again.”

“Only in my dreams…never forgot you. Never.” Buffy whispered to her lover. “Harder Spike…fuck me harder.”

“God you’re so fucking tight,” Spike spoke between his gritted teeth. “Gonna ride you to heaven and back pet.”

Their two bodies jutted against each other as they slid against the other, hardened length against tender moist flesh. Flesh hitting flesh was the only sound heard in the silence of the room; breathing became almost nonexistent as the only thought was of pleasure. Nothing else mattered. Buffy could only feel the hard length of his cock sliding inside of her and the pressure it extruded upon her sensitive flesh. Spike reciprocated the same feeling as he centered on the pressure that her pussy was applying to his cock as her muscles waved in contractions. The need to come became overwhelming for both of them as they held each other even tighter. Neither wanting to let the other go, too frightened that this was just a fantasy.

“Oh god,” Buffy screamed as she toppled into the bliss of orgasm, “Now Spike, now. Let me feel you come.”

“That’s it Goldilocks, let me feel you squeeze me.” Spike slammed his hips rapidly into her as he felt his own emanate release into orgasm. “Feel me love,” he grabbed her hips and pulled her as closely to his body as he possibly could as he began to orgasm.

The sudden liquefying coolness inside her body sent her into another plane of orgasm that Buffy had never experienced before. She would never in the past allow herself to be so free to fly this high. Buffy felt ripple upon ripple multiply through her body and explode somewhere deep inside. Spike shuddered against her body as he let himself go within her passage and his fingers bit into her skin as he held onto her hips as leverage. A soft groan came from Spike as he stopped shuddering against Buffy and lifted himself up onto his elbows to look at the woman that lay beneath him.

“Always so beautiful with you,” Spike gently kissed Buffy on the lips. “Each time so different from the last.”

“This time it was different Spike,” Buffy lifted a hand to caress his cheekbone. “This time we made love.”

“It was always love for me Buffy,” Spike spoke cautiously to her as this was about the time she would have in the past hit him over the head and ran. Love was something that Buffy never like talking about with anyone. “You know I love you.”

“Then believe me when I say that we made love,” Buffy returned his kisses with those of her own. “I love you, William.”

Spikes mouth opened slightly in shock, she really meant it this time. Buffy had only called him by his given name one other time and that had been to call things off between then. Spike knew that Buffy had to be serious or she wouldn’t have said it the way she did. He felt like someone had just given him the keys to heaven and finally let him inside the gates. Somewhere deep inside himself, a void closed making him complete. No one had ever really returned the love that he’d given them, besides his mother, leaving a void in his being so vast and empty.

Dru had been more of an obsession with his possession of her than love. An obsession of the sex, blood and violence with the possession felt between sire and childe. Spike’s love for her had evolved and grown. It had slowly blossomed into a deep and poignant love when he had been re-souled allowing him to want to be more than what he was. It had made him a champion; her champion and now it allow him to be complete.

Moving himself away from her, he snuggled her warm satisfied body against his own. Lifting the now array sheet over them, Spike pulled Buffy even closer to himself and felt more contented than he ever had before. He just listened to her slow and shallow breathing onto his chest as he watched her face as she sleepily smiled at him. Spike lifted a questioning eyebrow at her lack of stamina, last year when they had been lovers Buffy could go for hours and now she was tired after making love once.

“Tired love?” Spike tried to keep his voice calm as worry began to creep over him. “You used to keep me up for hours.”

“A bit sleepy,” Buffy tried to hide a yawn behind her hand covering her mouth. “Have been every day since the morning sickness stopped…” Suddenly she stopped speaking and looked away guiltily from him.

“Ever since the morning what stopped?” Spike felt his gut tighten in fear of what she was going to say, as he hadn’t really been paying attention to what she’d been saying. “Buffy?”

“Nothing Spike,” Buffy tried to think fast as she tried to cover up her tracks.

“Nothing…I’ve just been tired a lot.”

“Are you sick love?” Spike looked concerned as Buffy shook her head and let her go so that he could look over every inch of her again under the sheet. Maybe he missed something when they made love? “Then what? I know when you’re hiding something, love.”
Buffy shook her head again and refused to look at him; taking the sheet from the bed she covered herself and got out of the bed. Walking over to the kitchenette Buffy poured herself some water and offered one to Spike, who had gotten out of the bed to follow her. Stark naked he stood behind her and pulled her into his arms as Buffy slowly gulped the drink she held in her hand.

“Something is wrong and I want to know,” Spike began to question her again. “Please love, it can’t be that bad.”

“Depends,” Buffy turned around to face him, “on how you look at it.”

“Is it good or bad Buffy?”

“Life changing,” Buffy tried to smile.

“What’s life changing?”

“I’m pregnant,” Buffy whispered it so silently that only the vamp next to her could have heard it. “I’m having a baby.”

“You’re pregnant…your bloody pregnant.” Spike felt all the joy and happiness he had just discovered, vanish in a nanosecond as Buffy told him the truth. “I heard it. I heard the heartbeat when I was down…fuck…I thought…” He quickly let her go, went back to the bedside and grabbed his clothes to dress himself. Spike pulled his jeans up and didn’t bother with the belt, snapping the front until it was done up and turned again towards Buffy. “We just made love. You said you loved me.”

“I do love you,” Buffy tried to assure him that she did truly love him and wasn’t just saying it. “I love you and I mean it.”

“You don’t understand Buffy, we just made love and you’re carrying a kid.”

“We weren’t that rough Spike,” Buffy grinned at his confusion, they had been rather gentle compared to previous encounters they’d shared in the past. “We didn’t hurt the baby, I promise you. I know this is a shock, Spike, but I’m happy.”

“No Buffy you don’t get it,” Spike felt like he was splitting into two. “I’ve been gone four months and wham bam thank you ma’am you’re pregnant.”

“Spike you don’t understand,” Buffy tried to explain. “I’ve been with…”

“I don’t want to know his name,” Spike roared. “I can’t stand to think of you with someone else.”

“I’ve been with no one else but you,” Buffy picked up the empty glass of the table and threw it at him. Missing him by a few feet, it hit the wall and shattered into a million pieces.

“Hello vampire, Buffy.” Spike picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m the living dead, love. Only able to shoot blanks. So how’s the child mine, Buffy?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy felt the first tears begin to flow down her face, as he didn’t accept her child as his own. “I can’t explain it, but you are the father.”

“When you can explain it properly Buffy, I’ll be in L.A.” Spike tried to control the trembling that racked his body. “I love you, even if you were the one that had sacrificed herself that day. I could never betray you with another woman like you have me with another man so soon after I….”

“I haven’t Spike,” Buffy whispered as the tears began to flow, “I didn’t. There’s only been you. Only you…”


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