Chapter Eleven

Buffy woke after only a few hours. She felt really uncomfortable and couldn’t seem to get back to sleep. She decided a shower would probably help, and with all the girls living in the house, early morning was the only time she was going to get any hot water. Spike mumbled something unintelligible and pulled her back against him. Buffy pried his arm from around her waist and slipped out of the bed.

“Just taking a shower,” She whispered. She padded as quietly as possible to the bathroom and slipped into the shower, letting the warm water run over her. She stood like that forever, letting the water wash away all her tension and cares. When she felt the water growing cold she turned it off and stepped out. She quickly dried off and made her way back to the room. She found one of her nightshirts, and slipped it on before sliding back to bed. She was back to sleep in no time.

Buffy woke only an hour later, again uncomfortable. Spike was sleeping spooned up behind her with his hand splayed across her chest. Buffy let out a little moan. God, nothing could heat her up like his hands on her breasts, unless it was his mouth. Buffy grinned at the thought. Her breasts had become so sensitive that even the rub of her shirt could set her off. She felt Spike shift behind her, and his hand brushed the tip of one nipple. That was all it took. She reached one hand behind her and gently slid it down to rub his soft curls, and then she started stroking his shaft.

“Back for more?” Spike asked sleepily.

Buffy’s reply was a gentle squeeze as her thumb flicked across his tip. Spike suddenly found himself wide awake, and growing very hard. He returned the favor and gave her nipple a slight squeeze and flicked the pert little tip. Buffy gasped and Spike felt a slight tremble. He started planting little kisses along her shoulder and grazed the prominence with dull teeth.

Buffy moaned and rocked her hips backwards. Spike’s hand traveled down her side, gently rubbing little circles along her ribs, her waist, her hips, and then pulled her thigh up and over his leg as he thrust his hips forward. He found her opening wet and ready and easily slipped inside. She felt so good, so deliciously warm. The sudden feeling of her heat engulfing him always gave him a momentary rush of ecstasy. A feeling of danger by combustion.

Spike began pushing back and forth and Buffy ground her hips back into his. He slid his hand around to her front and gave a few wide circles over her swollen abdomen before running it down to find her clitoris. He ran one finger gently around the swollen and sensitive nub, but never touched it.

Buffy moaned in protest as she sought out the desired touch, rocking back to his hips and forward to his hand. This was sheer torture. He finally answered her silent plea and began to gently rub the sensitive spot. Alternately circling and flicking it until Buffy was wildly bucking back and forth and emitting a staccato scream with the thrusting.

“That’s it, pet, a little more. Come on love, let it go. You know you want to,” Spike whispered into her ear as he felt her approach her climax. He gave her clit a little pinch between his fingers and sent her tumbling over the edge. She screamed out as her body began to shudder almost violently. Spike felt a wave of satisfaction at her pleasure as her inner muscles tightly gripped him. He continued to slowly thrust in and out as Buffy’s body slowly stopped its trembling and Spike felt her relaxing more and more. He held her tightly and continued to rock slowly until he was sure she had drifted off to sleep, and then he let his own sleep come to him, still encased in her warmth.

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Spike had slipped out before she woke, yet again. This was getting old. No one would tell her where he was going and he would only tell her it was a surprise for her. Not even Xander would rat him out. She couldn’t even follow him out. Spike had the whole house keeping tabs on her, and she knew it would be too dangerous anyway. She could barely make it down the stairs without help, much less slay something.

At least she could move around outside a little during the day. The demons had quit testing the barrier Willow had erected and now pretty much stayed away. They didn’t even bother with the barrier anymore as long as Willow was home. Buffy had been working back at the school, but Spike had insisted she start her maternity leave this week, so she begrudgingly did so. Still, she was glad she didn’t have to work today. She hadn’t slept well last night and couldn’t seem to find the right position on the couch today.

Around lunch time she began feeling really uncomfortable. Her abdomen would get really tight. False pains again, Buffy thought to herself. The first time it happened, Spike had almost come unglued. Buffy giggled to herself at the memory. Twice since that time, they had gotten like this. They would pass. She had a few more weeks left. She smiled as one of the babies squirmed and kicked her lower ribs. “No more room left, little one,” Buffy mused and rubbed her hand in circles on her stomach. That always seemed to help. Of coarse Spike was usually the one doing it.

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Spike stood and addressed the gathered group. Giles, Angel, and Wesley all sat facing him. He had shown them around the mansion and they had all been impressed with the work he had done.

“This is all great Spike, but why did Wes and I have to come up now?” Angel asked. “Buffy’s due in a few weeks and I was planning to be back then.”

“Because,” Spike paused for suspense, “I have an idea.” Again he paused to make sure everyone was listening to him. “I want to start an academy. Watchers and Slayers. Make them the way they should be.”

Everyone seemed shocked for a moment, and then they glanced around at each other before turning back to stare at Spike.

“Seems to me, we have a bunch of junior slayers with no watchers. Giles, you and Wesley here, are about the only ones left. We can split the groups between here and Angel’s place. There’s enough in both places to teach them different things. A few years here, a few years there. Both places would have a slayer, a watcher, and a vampire.” Spike glanced at everyone. At least they weren’t shooting him down yet.

“Angel could continue his little hobby down in LA. Give them all a bit more of the investigative stuff. Buffy and I can do more of the fighting stuff. I’m sure the council still has its sizable assets. With some planning, we can build on them and everyone gets a little kick back. Buffy can focus on slayer stuff and we can watch out for the twins.” OK. Now it was their turn.

“Spike, I must say you sound like you’ve actually thought about this quite a bit,” Giles commented. Angel and Wesley nodded in agreement.

After a little more discussion, they had concluded the plan was not only workable, but was even desirable. Spike gave himself a satisfied smile. Now, he just had to bring Buffy in on it. She still didn’t even know that he had fixed up the mansion for them all. Spike’s pocket began ringing again. “Bloody...”

“Hello?...Buffy?...Yes Pet, I’ll stop and get some on the way home,” Spike noticed everyone was grinning at each other knowingly. “Don’t you think Bit could get it a bit quicker?” Spike paused and his face grew hard. “What about Red?” Spike clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. “Slayer, listen to me. You sit tight and do not, DO NOT, go outside the house. I’ll be there in a minute.” Spike hung up the phone.

“Spike what’s wrong?” Giles asked with concern as Spike started toward the door.

“She’s at home. Alone. As in no one there but her,” Spike quickly clarified.

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You picked a hell of a day to send everyone off, Buffy thought to herself. She had managed to send half the girls to the movies with Willow, and then convinced Xander to take the others on an early patrol. She assured him that she would send Spike out as soon as he got home. When they tried to protest she’d exploded until everyone had scattered to the winds and Buffy finally had the house to herself. Finally, a little piece and quiet!

Problem was, her pains were not only regular now, but they were strong enough to make her have to stop everything she was doing and wait for it to pass. Well, they still had some time. Spike would be home soon and he’d said that he would bring ice cream.

Right after he told you to stay put like some child! Well, she would do what she felt like. OK, she wouldn’t patrol, but she could sit on her own front porch. He would be hopping mad when he got home, and she could care less, she told herself.

She had just opened the door and stepped out on the porch when she felt her head explode and saw stars. The last thing she remembered seeing was the porch light and thinking she really needed to stop doing things just to piss off Spike.