Disclaimer: Joss said to write fan fic...so that’s what I’m doing.
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Chapter 18: Dirty Old Man

Buffy stepped back from the mirror and nodded appreciatively. She took out her earrings, only to feel hands wrap around her waist. Buffy looked into the mirror and smiled at the empty space next to her.

“Beautiful,” purred Spike.

Buffy smiled and turned to face him.

“I’m glad you like the outfit Spike,” said Buffy as she pressed herself closer to him.

Buffy stepped back and stooped to put on her boots. Buffy had dressed up as Peter Pan, to complement Cat’s Tinkerbell. Cat was getting ready in her room, with Dawn to help.

“What I don’t understand is why you won’t dress up and come out with us.”

“It’s my day off love.”

“Your day off?”

“Ya Big Bad’s like me stay in on Halloween. Nothing happens on Halloween.”

“Oh I beg to differ Mr Big Bad. I happen to remember a number of Halloween’s where stuff happened. I was turned into my costume and almost killed by a certain bleached menace...”

“And your choice of attire this year is going to help you if that happens again...Maybe you’ll fly?”

“I was trapped in a frat house with Grak’Nar the tiny, Dawn decided to experience her first Vampire kiss...need I go on?”

“I’m just saying that nothing is supposed to happen on Halloween. It’s not my fault that you and your group of super friends decide to look for trouble.”

Buffy rolled her eyes.

“Well tonight I’m going to take our daughter to get candy. Dawn’s having some friends from school over, Oz is spending the night in his cage, wolfy or not, Andrew is packing and Giles has gone to visit Gable...again. You can stay here and hand out candy.”

“I bloody will not!”

“Oh yes you will!” she said with her hands on her hips. “No one else is going to be available to do it!”

Spike huffed.

“Your children are going to be taking candy from the rest of the neighbourhood, it’s only fair that we give some back....You can scare the small children if you want?”

Spike smirked at that.

“Alright then.”

“But wouldn’t it be fun if I could fly?”

“Bet I can make you feel like your flying,” he said seductively.

“Mmm,” Buffy smiled. “Later, I promise.”
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Cat was the cutest Tinkerbell. Her golden brown locks were tied up, her wings sparkled and she waved her pom pom-ed toes in the air, as her aunt Dawn carried her down the stairs.

“Ok,” said Buffy, to her sister. “I know you are having friends over, but try to make sure that Spike hands out at least some of the candy.”

Dawn laughed. “He’s gonna eat it all isn’t he?”

“Probably.”

Buffy and Cat roamed the neighbourhood in search of good candy. It didn’t take long before the toddler was dead to the world. On her way home Buffy ran into Ariel, dressed as the bride of Dracula or something. Buffy couldn’t wait until she got home to hear about her costume decision from Spike. Buffy bade her daughter good luck and told her to be home by 9 pm.

Peter Pan and Tinkerbell arrived home in time to see Dawn, dressed as a cheerleader and her friends get out Twister. Luckily the two year old was out for the count, or she would be wanting to play too. Buffy de-fairy-ed the toddler and put her down to sleep, then headed next door to her own room, to de- Peter Pan.

“Oh don’t you dare take off that costume, Goldilocks. You and I are going to have some fun with you as a lost boy,” came his voice from the doorway.

Buffy turned in place to look at her lover.

“I thought you were supposed to be handing out candy?”

“The whelp junior is on it. I think he wanted to watch Dawn twister.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. Spike walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

“So you wanted to have fun with Buffy as Peter Pan?” she asked.

Spike smirked.

“God yes.”

“Are you going to be playing the part of Wendy or Tiger Lily in this scenario?”

“I was thinking more of Captain Hook.”

“Really? Well aren’t you the dirty old man then.”

“That I am Pet.”

“It’s Peter, Come on Hook, Got to catch me first.”

Buffy jumped away from him and scurried out of his reach.

“You do know pet that the part of Peter Pan was usually played by a woman. Not that I’m not tempted by the thought of giving you a right buggering.”

“Still makes you a dirty old man, Spike.”

“You get off on Vamps.”

“Ya, I do,” said Buffy.

Buffy pounced, pushing Spike down on the bed.

“Mmmm, Spike,” Buffy said between kisses.

“I thought I was going to be Hook?”

“Screw the role play Spike.”

“I’d much rather screw you,”

Buffy moaned as Spike’s fingers had made their way between her tight clad legs and was fingering her moist centre through her clothes.

Buffy writhed on the bed, letting Spike touch her where ever he wanted. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. Buffy whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Spike I need you,” she whined.

Spike just smiled and flipped her over onto her back and started to unzip the green costume she was wearing. Finally getting her unzipped he slid his hands under the garment and ran his hands over her soft skin. Buffy’s breath hitched as she let herself give in to the sensation of his cool hands against her warm skin.

Buffy raised herself up so that he could slide the outfit off her shoulders. She giggled as he flipped her over again, so that he could have access to her now exposed breasts.

“I see Peter Pan doesn’t wear a bra.”

“Not this Peter Pan...”

Spike lowered his mouth to her left breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

Buffy moaned, and tried to divest herself of her costume, only to stopped by the constricting tights she was wearing under the green costume.

Her frantic motions were ended by Spike reaching down and with one swift motion had ripped the tights and the entire costume off her body.

Buffy just hoped that Cat didn’t ask what happened to Mummy’s costume the next day.

Buffy felt two fingers work their way over her clit and test her wetness. Buffy moaned as Spike pushed past her nether lips and began stroking her sopping channel.

Spike flipped her again, and forced her up on her hands and knees.

From behind her she heard his zipper descend. Buffy looked behind her to see her lover completely enraptured by her nether end.

Spike positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in, causing an audible squeal of delight and surprise from the Slayer.

His thrusts were slow and steady. Buffy tried to quicken the pace only to be startled when she felt a slick finger enter her other puckered passage.

Buffy wanted to say something about this invasion, but between the sensations from his continued thrusting and the stretching of her other passage, Buffy’s mind began to blank.

She registered another finger being added, stretching her even more, but she was more occupied with the cascading feeling of the impending orgasm.

Buffy smothered her scream into a pillow as she came violently over his hard cock.

Spike didn’t give her an opportunity to recover, before pulling out, still hard and positioning himself at her other entrance.

Getting her second wind, Buffy slowly backed up taking him in. She gasped as her insides adjusted to his presence. Slowly he began moving behind her, careful not to hurt her.

He reached around and began to pinch and flick her clit, sending her rocketing towards another orgasm. He wasn’t far behind. Spike smothered his roar as he came buried up her ass.

They fell back onto the bed.

“Do you think the teenagers heard us?” asked Buffy.
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Buffy supervised the packing of the bags into the car. Her father’s car. She really had to get another car. Especially since her father would be taking his car back at Christmas.

Giles and Andrew were leaving today. Leaving for London. Buffy was only a little apprehensive that her buffer between her family and Gable (Giles) was leaving. Gable hadn’t been giving them any trouble lately but there was always tomorrow.

They were all going to the airport. Well everyone except Spike and Oz. Spike had the Sunlight issue, and Oz was previously made plans. Buffy was slightly curious about what exactly the werewolf did all day, and night. She knew that he had a band. But other than that Oz was a mystery. But he had always been a mystery.

Ariel and Cat wanted to say goodbye to Grandpa Giz at the airport. Buffy had a sneaking suspicion that Ariel just wanted to see an old airport, and Cat to get out of the house.

Cat’s headaches were becoming a regular thing. It worried Buffy to no end and for this reason, and because the pain could only be relieved by ingesting parental blood, Buffy was loathe to put Cat into any kind of daycare. Too many questions would be raised.

Buffy wanted to make the most of Cat and Ariel’s time with Giles. Chances are they would never see him again. Then again she really didn’t know how long they were staying. Or if they were ever going to be taken back. Truthfully she didn’t want them to leave at all. She loved her children and right now she couldn’t imagine her life without them.

Piling into the car, Cat in her car seat, Ariel, Dawn and Andrew buckled up a tad bit illegally, Giles driving and Buffy in the passenger seat, they set off.

To say that the car ride was fun was a gross misinterpretation. The back seat of Hank Summers’ sedan was not meant to seat a toddler in a car seat and three other people.

“I want to thank you Buffy, for exposing me to such a ruckus, before I get on the plane. Nothing during the flight will phase me at all now,” said Giles as they parked.

“I aim to please,” she smiled, getting out of the car.

The group entered the airport and waited while Giles and Andrew checked in. Ariel spent the time trying to entertain the fussy toddler.

The goodbye was tearful, Buffy liked Giles here with her, but on the other hand she was extremely grateful that Andrew was leaving.

“It was nice to meet my Grandpa Giles,” said Ariel, as she gave Giles a hug. “Now I have a face to go with all the stories that Mum, Da and Grannie Anya have to tell.

“It was nice to meet you too Ariel,” said Giles, a little teary. “Be good to you parents.”

Ariel rolled her eyes.

At which point Andrew started to hug Dawn.

“Eww, get off!” squealed the teen.
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Buffy spent the next few days cleaning up Andrew’s mess. He had left his attic bedroom in such a state that at first Buffy refused to go up there. Of course when she couldn’t get anyone else to go up there either...someone had to clean the room.

Giles’ room in the basement was cleaned and prepared for Xander’s arrival within the week.

In an uncharacteristic expression of, well anything, Oz actually started to get excited to see his old friend.
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Buffy let Dawn and Spike pick up Xander from the airport, as the teen had just gotten her learner’s permit, and Spike was the better driver. Ya it was after sunset, but that was the only time Spike could get in the car to teach his nibblet.

“Uncle Xander isn’t going to be like Grandpa Giles is he? I mean he won’t put me through the third degree right?” asked Ariel while they were waiting for the arrival of Xander.

“Let’s hope not,” laughed Buffy.

There was a squeal of tires and a thump outside. Buffy waited for the slam of car doors before opening the front door.

Spike was the first to enter the house and Buffy could tell that he was fuming.

“Ariel, please tell me that the ability to drive was something that I passed down to my offspring.”

Ariel laughed. “Vicky is a very good driver Da, Grace and Alex too. Rowan’s too old to drive, she prefers to teleport.”

“Alex?” Buffy perked up at the name of yet another child.

“Oh yeah, Alexandra, she’s a fashion designer.”

“Very cool,” said Dawn coming in from outside.

Following closely behind Dawn was a frazzled Xander.

“Buff, I apologise for any comments I ever made about your driving skills. It seems impossible but there is someone whose driving skills give even you a run for your money.”

Buffy smiled. “So Dawn and cars? Unmixy you say?”

Dawn huffed. “It’s only cause I can never drive during the day to practice. Spike can’t go out in the sun and Buffy’s always busy with Cat.”

“Ah yes, lets see these children of which I’ve heard...nothing,” said Xander.

Cat toddled over to her uncle Xander and stared at him.

“Who you?”

Xander crouched down and took her little hand.

“I’m your uncle Xander. Who you?”

“Cat!” giggled the two year old. “Cat-rin Dusilly Gaves”

“Alexander Lavelle Harris, a pleasure to meet you little lady.”

“Your middle name is Lavelle?” snickered Dawn.

“Cast not stones Eleanor,” said Buffy.

“At least it’s a normal sounding name. What’s your middle name Spike?”

“None of your bleedin’ business.” Spike picked up Cat. “Come on Drusilla, let’s leave these nasty people.”

“Tea party?”

“If that’s what you want Button.”

Spike and Cat left the group in the hallway.

“Is he really gonna have a tea party with her?” asked Xander.

“Hey man,” said Oz, coming from the kitchen.

“Oz! Long time no hear from. How’s the wolfman?”

“Nothing significant. Unfortunately I have an appointment. If you will excuse me?” Oz walked past them and up the stairs.

“Where’s he going?” asked Xander.

“There is something you have to learn about Cat Xander, she has all the men in this house wrapped around her baby finger,” said Buffy.

“So you mean...”

“Yep, it’s Mistress Catherine’s weekly tea party,” said Dawn. “You’ll be a regular attendee by next week.”
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Buffy helped Xander bring his bags down to his room, and gave him a quick tour of the house before wishing him sweet dreams. He was seriously jet lagged.

Buffy padded back up to her own room. Getting out her journal she took out that piece of paper on which she had typed all her children’s names.

Ariel Dawn
Catherine Drusilla
Grace
Vicky
Rowan Tara

Buffy took out her pen and wrote down

Alexandra.
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tbc...