Chapter Ten

Spike glanced around the room. It was almost done now. He had managed to convince Angel to let them move into the mansion. It was definitely more suited to housing a dozen girls, a witch, an ex-demon, a watcher, and two poncy whelps.

“And a partridge in a pear tree,” Spike added out loud. The mansion had needed extensive work to make it suitable for humans to live in, so Spike spent most of his free time fixing it. Xander was even helping him in his spare time. Of coarse Spike hadn’t trusted the whelp with anything pointy and wooden for a while, especially after he’d found out about the Spike and Buffy’s little secret. He’d spent the better part of a month avoiding the boy’s stakes, while Buffy laughed it up.

Spike smiled to himself. She was so beautiful when she laughed. A few more days and the whole thing would be ready. Good thing too. Buffy was due in another month. Suddenly his pocket started ringing. Spike pulled out the screeching piece of technology and stared at it a moment before remembering which button to push. He swore under his breath as he answered it, “Yeah.”

“Spike, you need to come home.” It was Dawn, and she sounded annoyed and angry. “Oh, and I’d bring ice cream if I were you.”

“I’m on my way Bit,” Spike answered, and then turned off the phone. Then he turned it back on and put it on standby. If he lived another hundred years he was sure these blasted cell phones would be his downfall. Willow insisted he carry it in case Buffy needed him. He’d thought at the time that the idea sounded good.

He locked the door and headed for the car. There was a Quick Mart on the way home. They knew him well there and the little man who owned it kept a carton of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food held back for him.

As Spike walked in the door at home, Dawn came running into the entryway. She was quickly followed by several of the junior slayers and Giles, who entered the hall from the dining room. Spike saw their expressions and looked down at the floor to hide his grin. She must have really done it this time.

“What happened this time?” He asked, as he tossed his keys on the little table by the door.

“The TV, Spike,” Dawn proclaimed as she crossed her arms. “She trashed the TV. And that was *after* she screamed at half the girls, punched Andrew, and threw a book at Giles. They were lucky to get out before she pulled their heads off! You have *got* to do something Spike.”

Spike couldn’t help it when his grin only widened as he glanced around into the living room and saw that the room was indeed trashed. He saw two of the girls sitting on the couch, sporting ice packs, and guessed some had been quicker to scramble than others. He actually let out a little laugh before Dawn smacked his arm.

“All right Bit, sorry. Sorry girls. I’ll go talk to her.” Spike brought his hand up to his face and rubbed it, steeling himself for the task at hand. Buffy had grown more and more emotional as the pregnancy progressed. If she wasn’t crying, she was screaming. If she wasn’t screaming or crying, she was dragging him off to the bedroom for more sex.

“Right, I’m off to the gallows then,” Spike said as he started toward the stairs. He turned to face Dawn, “You want to tell me what set her off this time, Bit?” Spike asked.

“Beer commercial,” Dawn shrugged.

“Beer commercial?” Spike echoed, frowning. “How did that...?”

“You know, the one with the girl’s mom that has the humongous butt and hips and is wearing red leather pants?” Dawn clarified.

“Bloody hell...” Spike muttered as he started back up the stairs. Dawn called after him and she held up a spoon. He glanced at the ice cream in his hand and took the spoon. He wasn’t sure even Ben & Jerry would work this time.

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Spike stopped in front of the bedroom. He could hear her inside, and she was crying. He clenched his jaw and stretched himself up his full height, then knocked on the door.

“Buffy,” He softly called.

“Go. Away. Spike!” Buffy screamed out.

“Buffy, sweetheart, I have Phish Food,” Spike cooed sweetly through the door. God, he’d turned into a poof. No sound came from the room. Well, at least she wasn’t crying anymore. “Buffy love,” He started again.

Suddenly the door flew open and Buffy’s hands shot out and grabbed the ice cream and spoon in the blink of an eye and then slammed the door shut again before Spike could react.

Spike rolled his eyes and gently pushed open the door. At least she hadn’t locked it back when she’d slammed it. He cautiously stepped through the door and took in the sight before him. Buffy was sitting on the bed cross-legged with one hand on her very large abdomen. The ice cream was sitting on the bed in front of her, untouched, and she was starting to cry again. Her favorite red leather pants were lying in cut up shreds all over the room, as were several of her other more alluring clothes.

Spike closed and locked the door before crossed the room to her bed. He sat next to Buffy and tentatively pulled her into an embrace, tucking her head under his chin. She was wailing loudly now, and Spike was rubbing his hands up and down her back and rocking her slowly back and forth.

“Sssshhh. It’s OK, pet. Though I can’t say the same for your wardrobe,” Spike tried to reassure her. He felt her tense and leaned back to look at her better. He brought her chin up to look at him. “What is it, luv?” Spike asked, his brow creased with concern. Her saw her chin tremble and he tucked her head back under.

“I feel (sniffle) just (sniffle) awful, Spike (sniffle, sniffle),” Buffy managed to get out. “I didn’t mean to (sniffle) hurt them. (sniffle) They hate me. (sob) I’m as big as a house, (sob) and they hate me.”

Spike was fairly certain he was going to have to wring out his shirt if she didn’t stop soon.

“Hey now. You and I both know you aren’t as big as a house. The doctor even said you could stand to put on a little more, remember?” Spike continued rocking her. She nodded her head a little and wasn’t crying nearly as hard now. “You’ve only four weeks left, and then you won’t get any chance at that ice cream, what with the rugrats and all, so you’d best eat it while you have a chance,” Spike said as he took off the lid of the carton and scooped up a bit of the not so frozen stuff. He waved it in front of Buffy a bit and he felt her wavering, but after a moment she shook her head.

“Your loss, love” Spike said as he took the spoonful and then turned it over and licked it, Buffy’s eyes following his every movement. He felt Buffy tense again, but in a completely different way this time. A few seconds later, he could smell her building arousal. This was officially his favorite part. Buffy reached up and wrapped her hand around the spoon and brought it to her mouth. She started licking it, cleaning every last bit of ice cream off of it, her eyes never leaving his. Spike felt himself instantly responding to the display. Buffy pulled the spoon free and tossed it over her shoulder, then pushed Spike back onto the bed and placed a hungry kiss on his mouth. Spike reached to set the Ben & Jerry’s on the night stand, but he was completely caught up in the kiss and missed it all together. The half melted concoction hit the floor with a dull thud and sputtered everywhere. Spike and Buffy both went into fits of laughter at the sight of each other covered in melted ice cream.

Spike slowly leaned up and lightly licked a dab off of Buffy’s cheek. She moaned her appreciation and returned the favor to his neck. Spike closed his eyes and rocked his hips against Buffy who was now straddling him. Her hands were roaming his chest and found their way under his shirt. She scratched his ribs lightly causing a small hiss to escape his lips.

He brought his own hands up under her loose shirt and found her now full breasts. One light touch and Buffy was shaking already. They quickly stripped each other, clothes suffering small rips in the process. Buffy was back to straddling Spike and he could feel that she was already wet and wanting.

Buffy easily rocked her hips and found the reward she was wanting, as his hardness pressed against her opening. With practiced slowness she took him in, inch by agonizingly delicious inch. Both moaned in response.

Spike always felt like he was going to explode right at this moment, and now was no different. He grabbed her hips and held her still as he tried to regain control of himself, or else he was going to end up flipping her onto her hands and knees and go at it like crazed weasels.

Buffy waited. She knew what he was doing and was glad. She had been about ready to explode herself at that moment. When she felt like Spike had regained his control, she started moving. Slow rhythmic circles at first. Spike then started working in the reverse of her movements. Buffy leaned forward a little letting the friction tease her throbbing clit. Buffy was rapidly nearing her peak and increased the rhythm. After several minutes Spike’s fingers began to dig into her hips and their pace became frenzied. Buffy was alternately angling her hips with each thrust to make sure that he hit just the right spot.

Spike leaned up and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He teased the now overly sensitive tip with his tongue and felt Buffy shudder. Her knew exactly what his girl needed just then. It had been quite the revelation the first time he’d nipped her, and felt her overwhelming response. He continued to lave expert attention to her nipples as he thrust into her. Without warning, he allowed his fangs to descend, and he gently pierced her breast, sending her flying over the edge as her climax hit her. Her inner muscles clenched him and thoroughly milked him. He only needed a few more vigorous thrusts timed with her pulses, and his own orgasm claimed him as she collapsed against his chest.

Spike rolled them to the side and Buffy snuggled into his arms. He felt her starting to relax as he pulled the sheet up over them. Soon her breathing become deep and rhythmic and he knew she was sleeping. He gently smoothed her hair back, studying her face. She was beautiful when she slept. So innocent and relaxed. He smiled to himself thinking that in a few weeks, they wouldn’t be getting any sleep at all. In a few minutes, Spike had fallen asleep as well.