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Future Childe by Ariel Dawn
 
Reunion
 
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Disclaimer: Buffy and Spike aren’t mine, I just make them play out ‘what if’ scenarios

Author’s note: Thanks to all my reviewers! Yes I’m skipping a few episodes, they aren’t important to the story. Just one thing to note though, Angel did not come back from Hell, I don’t like Angel generally and he gets in the way more often than not. Quotes from Lover’s Walk.
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Spike arrived in Sunnydale a little worse for wear. Being somewhat nervous about what would happen when he saw Buffy again, he had started drinking in Phoenix and was now pleasantly sloshed. It was a wonder he could drive at all.

Spike ran down the welcome sign to the town for good measure and managed to get to the mansion to sleep it off.

In his drunken haze, he noticed that Acathla had been moved. Probably the watcher’s work. It looked that no one had been in the house since that night, even the minions had left. Spike collapsed on his bed and promptly passed out.
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Buffy had shown her SAT scores to her watcher, in anticipation of ecstatic congratulatory huggage or some such thing...

“Buffy, this is, this is remarkable,” was all he said.

“So is this,” Buffy said indicating the large pile of camping equipment that was cluttering the table in front of her. “Where is this retreat thingy, the Yukon?”

“It's quite nearby, actually. It's, um, it's the clearing at the top of Breaker's Woods. It's the site of some fascinating druidic rituals.”

“Okay, but you're just going for a few days, right? I mean, you're not gonna settle there and grow crops or anything.”

“What? Oh, my gear. No, no, this is, this is basic necessities.”

“Giles, you pack like me.”

“Here,” he said as he handed her back her scores, “I suspect your mother will want to, uh, put it on the refrigerator.”

“Yeah. She saw these scores, and her head spun around and exploded.”

“I-I've been on the Hellmouth too long. That was metaphorical, yes?”

“Yes. She was happy. She started with all this crazy talk about me going to college, maybe someplace else. I know. I know, I said that you were gonna have a goat. Responsibilities and all. I know the drill.”

“She may be right.”

“Yeah, I know, I figured you'd... “ Buffy stopped and looked hard at her watcher. “Okay. Be kind, rewind.”

“With scores like these, Buffy, you could have a first-rate education. I'm, I'm not suggesting that you... ignore your calling, but, um... you need to look to your future. And with Faith here, i-i-it may be that you can move on. For a-a time, at least.”

“Wow.”

“Well, let's, um, let's discuss it when I get back. I-in the meantime, um, I'd like you to continue training while I'm, while I'm gone, and, um, please don't do anything rash.”

“'Anything rash', meaning...”

“You’ve been reckless of late, with your patrolling, you have been taking on too much. Faith is here, you should use her presence to your benefit.”

“Huh.”
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Later that night, after a uneventful patrol her mother decided movie night was an order. Ok, it was probably going to turn out to be ‘let’s talk about your future night’ but still it involved popcorn.

“Carnegie Mellon has a wonderful design curriculum. Oh, and Brown University's history program is... You like history, right?” asked her mom.

“Could we talk about this another time? All day it's been like, 'Congratulations! Go away.'“

“That's not it. It's just you belong at a, a good old-fashioned college with, with keg parties and boys, not here with Hellmouths and vampires.”

“Not really seeing the distinction.”

“Y'know, you're always talking about how you wish you could lead a more normal life. Well, this is your chance!”

“Yeah, it's just not that simple. I have responsibilities.”

“I know, I know, but I spoke with Mr. Giles, and he said... “

“ ...that Faith could be Miss Sunnydale in the Slayer Pageant. I know.”

“It's time to think about your future, Buffy, about your whole life. I mean, honestly, is there anything keeping you here?”

Buffy had to agree with her mom. There was nothing to keep her here at all.
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Spike stocked up on blood. Burglary at the Blood bank was beneath him, it was true, but he had carefully thought his plan out, and Buffy would need lots of blood after she woke up hungry. He would wait and see if she wanted fresh after she woke. He had never heard of anyone turning a slayer before, and he wasn’t sure if her moral compass would pass over with her or not.
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Refusing to stay and listen to the many virtues of countless schools across America, Buffy told her mom she was going to work out, cutting the non movie watching movie night short.

Truth was she liked the idea of leaving Sunnydale, she just didn’t know where she would go, what she would do. Did she even want to go to college?

Buffy turned up the music and started pounding on the heavy bag. It wasn’t long before she was singing along to ‘I wanna be sedated’ and dancing around the room.

That was how Spike found her, in her own little world, so full of life and energy. Spike watched for a while from the stacks for a while before the song ended. Spike was about to join her on the main part of the floor when the next song on her mixed tape started. The Dixie Chicks had started singing ‘Can’t Hurry Love.’ Spike chuckled to himself and he shook his head, she had the most eclectic taste in music he had ever heard.

“I know you are here Spike, I can feel you,” she said as she turned off the music. “Enjoy the show?”

Spike stalked closer to his Goldilocks. Silently he stepped behind her, arms at the ready, if she decided to fight him.

Buffy felt him behind her and turned to stare in his bright blue eyes.

“Did you come to turn me?” she came right to the point.

“Hello Spike, how are you?” he mocked.

“Did you really expect me to just jump into your arms after how we left everything? You nearly drained me and left me!”

“I was right mad at the time luv, you had just done the human break up thing.”

“You’re right, I did. So why are you back?”

Spike looked down at his hands for a moment, then got out a cigarette and lit it.

“Are you going to answer me sometime during this commercial break?”

“Don’t rightly know why I’m here Goldilocks, just couldn’t stay where I was.”

“Spike, don’t lie to me. I know you too well.”

Spike took a puff of smoke and sighed. “Ok, fine, I can’t live with out you alright, so I came to sire you.”

“You can’t live without me?” she whispered.

Spike butted out his cigarette on one of the watcher’s books and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him.

“You broke my heart when you told me we couldn’t be together luv.” Spike rested his chin on the top of her head.

Buffy sniffed. “I didn’t want to, I couldn’t live like that.”

“You weren’t happy.”

“All I ever wanted was for the two of us to be together, it’s the other stuff that got in the way.”

“We can work around the other stuff.”

“Can we? You are still a master vampire, I’m still a Slayer.”

“You don’t have to be a slayer anymore, I’ve heard about this other bint who’s been doing your job.”

“Faith. She’s young and naive.”

“This coming from the 17 year old.”

“I don’t feel 17.”

There was a long pause as they just held each other.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I’m not saying it wasn’t a good idea Wills, I just don’t think that Magic is the way to solve this,” said Xander as he and Willow walked into the library. “HOLY SHIT!” he jumped as he noticed Spike standing in the middle of the room with Buffy in his arms. “Th...That’s Spike!”

Xander reached over the check out counter and grabbed a cross.

“Back you foul fiend!” said Xander as he thrust the cross into Spike’s face.

“Xander!” Buffy turned around in Spike’s arms and pushed the cross out of Xander’s hand. “Knock it off already.”

“Buff...Please tell me that this is some sort of plan to dust him. This is Spike...the hugging...”

“Xander, calm down” said Willow calmly.

“Calm down? Buffy is hugging Spike!”

“Buffy loves him, Xander...” she whispered, tugging on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“Huh?”

Xander and Willow exited the room.

“Sorry about Xander,” Buffy muttered. She started to pack up her things. “Where are you staying?”

“The mansion.”

“Ok,” she said as she slung her bag on her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
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Buffy and Spike walked into the mansion hand in hand. Buffy had no allusions about what they were going to do here. She would not exit this building alive, she was sure of that, and curiously she was ok with that.

Spike led her to his bedroom, neatly cleaned of all the dust from the summer. Silently she dropped her bag on the floor and laid back on the bed. Spike shed his duster and sat beside her, looking at the floor.

“Buffy...”

“Hold me” she begged.

Spike crawled onto the bed with her and tucked her gently against his body.

“Why can’t we just stay here like this for the rest of eternity?” she asked. “Why do things have to be so hard?”

“If it wasn’t hard, it wouldn’t be worth doing, Goldilocks.” Spike trailed his fingers down her arms and ended by interlacing his fingers with hers.

“I think you are worth it Spike,” she whispered.

Buffy leaned back to kiss him, lightly on the mouth. Spike didn’t feel the kiss was enough and pressed his lips roughly to hers, tracing her lips with his tongue, finally gaining entrance past her soft lips. Duelling tongues battled for a few moments, before Spike rolled them so that he was on top of her on the bed. His kisses left her mouth and began to trail a path down her neck. He stopped at his marks, giving them a decisive lick and a gentle nibble, before moving on downwards.

Buffy’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt Spike nibble on his mark. She had missed this, she had missed him, and now she was turning to jello under his talented lips.

Spike brushed his hands over her breasts, still clad in her work out top. With a moan, Buffy sat up and yanked the offending garment off, to give him better access. Buffy guided his head back and sighed when she felt his tongue on her left breast. Spike raised one of hands and began to fondle her other breast tenderly, making the nipple raise to point.

Spike moved lower, kissing along her stomach and down to her shorts. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band and dragged the shorts off with her underwear. Spike tossed the garments aside and resumed his tender administrations.

Buffy gasped as she felt his wet tongue glide over her abs and down towards her navel. Spike gave a kiss to her bellybutton and looked up at his slayer.

“Tease,” she whimpered.

He smirked and crawled back up the length of her body, paying attention to her neglected lips. Buffy moaned as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth.

Buffy’s hands, however were unwilling to let her be the only one who was naked. She popped the button on his jeans and was slowly unzipping him, when she felt his cool fingers seeking their way into her moist depths.

“Mmmm Spike,” she hummed in appreciation of what he was doing with his hand.

Spike watched as she lost herself to the sensations she was feeling. Her hands had stopped trying to disrobe him and were now balled fists, clutching his t shirt. Buffy squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed herself frantically against his hand as she got ever closer to cumming.

“That’s right, Goldilocks, cum for me luv,” he purred.

She nearly ripped the shirt from his body as she came.

Buffy laid back, panting, and looked up into Spike’s blue eyes. He brought a wet finger to his mouth and sucked her juices off. With a smile, Buffy reached over and ripped off the tattered shirt from his body and set about peppering his chest with kisses.

Intent on returning the favour, Buffy trailed her kisses down his chest, only to stop at the opening of his jeans. Buffy pulled off his jeans in one smooth stroke and turned her attention to the inside of his thighs. Buffy licked her way up one thigh, then the other before passing her warm wet and eager tongue over his balls. Lovingly she sucked one into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it, then she gave the same attention to the other.

Buffy smiled as Spike started to make noises. Delicately she traced a vein in his cock from base to tip and down again, making sure to breathe heavily on the tip of his now seeping slit. Buffy twirled her tongue back towards the tip, this time taking it into her mouth. Buffy pressed her hands to his hips holding him back from thrusting too harshly into her mouth, while she took him as far as she could without gagging.

“Fuck, Goldilocks, love your hot little mouth,” he moaned.

Buffy moved one hand to fondle his balls.

The feel of her sweet little hand, cupping his balls nearly sent him over the edge, but when she started humming...He growled and came hard, into her hot mouth. Buffy swallowed greedily.

Lifting her head from his groin, and licking her lips to catch the rest of his cum, she straddled him with a large smile on her face.

“Fuck, Goldilocks, I’ve missed your luscious body,” he said putting his hands on her hips holding her in place while she stroked him to hardness again.

Buffy leaned forward and began nibbling on his ear. “I missed you too,” she purred. “Make love to me William,” she asked.

With a growl, Spike flipped them so that she was on the bottom. He slid into her wet centre with ease and began pumping in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm.

“I love you so much,” she whimpered, a single tear rolling down her face.

Spike’s tongue darted out and captured the errant tear. He knew why she was sad. She had accepted that this was the only way they could be together. She was giving up so much so they would be together forever. Spike leaned down and began licking a nibbling his mark again.

“Do it William.”

Spike brought his demon forth and stared into her green eyes for a moment.

“Please, make me like you.”

Spike thrust hard into her warm core a few more times, bringing him to the brink, then leaned down and bit. Her sweet blood rushed into his throat, like it had done so many times before.

“Mine,” he barked, then brought his fangs to the wound again, sucking the life blood out of her.

“Yours,” she acknowledged.

Buffy licked his neck once before biting hard into his neck, drawing blood with her blunt human teeth.

“Mine,” she whispered, feeling her loss of energy as he drained her. She placed her lips over his wound and drank until the darkness took her.

“Yours,” was the last thing she heard.

The end.
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Author’s note: Don’t you hate me? Don’t worry there will be a sequel, to be titled “Present Childe.” I want to thank everyone who was following this story and gave me such wonderful feedback. - Ariel Dawn


 
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