Blood of My Blood
Chapter 9

AN: I got a something, my first something! I got a Judge’s Choice at LSA for this story! Thank you to whoever all made that possible. And also, as always, many thanks to Ruth and Patti for betaing this.



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The house was now magically protected and the young couple was letting out a small sigh of relief that they were able to install the charms before anyone showed up. That didn’t keep them from feeling a healthy amount of apprehension when a knock finally sounded at their door, presumably from their expected guests.

Buffy went to get it, shooing Spike back with her good arm when he would have hovered over her. “Hello, Faith told them about you but that doesn’t mean they’re going to be ready to deal with you right away.”

Not that it got him to move back very far, but at least he wasn’t stuck to her side. She rolled her eyes at him and turned back to the door, opening it slowly as if she expected them to spring forward instantly.

Except, it was only Willow standing there.

“Willow...” Buffy tilted her head slightly. “Not that I’m not kinda happy to see you sans the mob, but...well...I sort of expected it after we saw Faith run off.”

“Yeah, she did show up at Giles’ place to report what happened at your house. I was just there helping him go through some new books he ordered.” Willow glanced past her to Spike. “Be glad Xander wasn’t there, because I’m sure he’ll take it worse than Giles.”

“Giles is mad that I’m alive?”

“More like...mad that you let him think you were dead and didn’t come to him right away,” the redhead corrected with a sigh. “After that, he went into research mode about the fact that you seem too drawn to the vampire element, along with getting himself a nice big glass of alcohol. I told him I had family stuff to do tomorrow and left...I think Faith went to share with Xander.”

“He thinks there’s something wrong with me because I’m with Spike...didn’t Faith tell him everything?” Buffy looked from Willow to Spike worriedly.

“Oh, she did. It’s not like you think; she didn’t seem to be trying to start an anti-Buffy club. In fact, she tried to distract him from the books when he started with the researching. He just seems to have formed his own conclusions...and I think he was of the mind that, even if Spike was in a bad way, you should have used that to stake him.” Willow gave Spike an apologetic shrug. “I mean, after Angelus...can you blame him? To him, nursing a vampire back to health just means giving them another chance to murder someone later. He doesn’t see the whole devoted-to-Buffy thing.”

“Yeah, I so had him under my thumb,” Buffy said sarcastically. “What with the running around naked.”

The other girl blushed slightly and shook her head. “Um, well, yeah...anyway. I just came to tell you that, and that I won’t tell them where you live, unless you want me to. Xander might try something, though.”

“We know, luv,” Spike told her and motioned around them. “We picked up some protective mojo on the way home. It should be fine if they find us.”

“What if they catch you away from the house?”

“Won’t let her out of the house,” he said gruffly.

Buffy elbowed him and turned back to her friend. “I can defend myself; I’m still the slayer. Though, Spike demanded rather nastily that the warlock running the magic shop fix my arm. The upside is that we might never have to pay for anything again since the guy is now permanently scared of us.”

“Next time I need something, I’ll have you get it then,” Willow joked, then shook her head. “I need to go. Should I bring by dinner tomorrow if you’re camping out here for the time being? I can bring movies and we can have one of our old movie nights.”

“Sure...and invite Faith since she seems to be trying at this sister slayer thing, if what you said is true about earlier,” Buffy said with a small smile. “My mom will be glad we’re getting along.”

As soon as Willow was gone, Buffy faced Spike with her back leaning against the door. She lowered her face slightly and looked up at him through her lashes almost coyly, except she needed to talk seriously with him.

“You know you can’t keep me locked in the house, right?” A chuckle left her lips and she shook her head before continuing. “I mean, I’m the slayer—a slayer—and that means I have to go do the dangerous stuff. True, I’d be hurt if you weren’t concerned at all, but the best you can do is watch out for me and then nurse me back to health when I do get hurt—and I will, a lot, probably.”

“I bloody well know all that, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Especially once...” he trailed off realizing he had almost said too much.

“Once what?” She stepped away from the door and closed in on him. “I’ve gotten better at reading this claim thing since you got back to normal. Your feral state was the only thing keeping me from being able to use it before. So I know there’s something more to that. Tell me.”

“I heard you an’ Red the other day...talkin’ about the prophecy.”

Her eyes widened and she backed away. “You know...? That’s why you pushed me to see my mom, isn’t it? And you were protective before...but now you’re going to be downright smothering, too. We don’t even know that this is for real! And...vampires can’t get people pregnant!”

“Pet...luv, I...I’m sorry. I was tryin’ to avoid just this sort of reaction!” He spread his arms wide. “I figured eventually you’d tell me yourself or get pregnant an’ the point would be moot.”

“I’m still a friggin’ teenager, you moron! Maybe I don’t want to be a teen mother!” She shook her head then clenched her jaw. “Which I guess means no more sleeping with the Big Bad, since that would be playing Russian Roulette with my eggs.”

“Now, luv...”

“Don’t you ‘Now, luv’ me, Mister!” She thumped his chest. “And anyway, do we really need to make things weirder while we’re still worrying about what to do about my so-called friends and the new slayer? I still have a broken arm, too.”

“In all fairness, your arm’s probably goin’ to be healed up by the time the baby’s born,” he told her and yelped when she thumped him again. “Oi! Stop abusin’ me; I didn’t write the stupid thing!”

“I just want to know in what universe are you the one okay with there being a baby and trying to nest?” Her hands went into the air. “Did the Hellmouth freeze over?”

“It’s just my experience with prophecies that they usually do come true, especially on the Hellmouth.” He ran a hand over his hair. “Is it so bad to have my child? An’ whether it’s true or not, isn’t it better to be prepared just in case?”

“Maybe.” Her bottom lip poked out, not liking that the recently Tarzan-y vampire was making sense. “And as for having your child, it’s more of the whole teen mother thing I’m not liking, okay? So no going off to brood on me.”

“I bloody well do not brood, Slayer.”

“You pout like a big baby, though...sometimes...” Her voice trailed off when he started backing her up. “You know you don’t scare me...right?”

“No, but I can still make you scream for me.”

Spike lunged for her and she darted away with a squeal, the vampire giving chase towards the stairs that led to the basement. At the bottom, he caught her around the waist and spun her in the air then carried her towards the bed. She tried to scramble away as soon as he set her down, but his hand snaked out to grab her ankle.

“I still don’t think I properly punished you for all the Tarzan jokes, pet,” he told her as he dragged her back towards him.

“I feel properly punished, though,” she said with an innocent grin.

“Too bad that’s not the way it works.”

He gave a resounding smack to her backside that garnered a loud yelp and a surprising rush of wetness between her thighs. She pouted at him over her shoulder and grabbed for a pillow to use as a weapon. He easily caught it when she slung it over her shoulder at him.

“Is this how you’re going to treat me when you get me knocked up? When I’m someone’s mother?”

He stilled, eyes glazing over at the image it presented. “Oh...lord, woman...if I do get you preggers, I don’t rightly think I’ll be able to keep my bloody hands off you.”

“Really?” She turned over and leaned back on her hands as she looked at him speculatively. “Even when I’m all fat and hormone-y?”

“Especially then,” he growled out and leaned over her to catch her mouth in a searing kiss. His hand trailed over her flat tummy as he sat back again, asking softly, “So does that mean you’re all right with this possible pregnancy after all?”

“I still don’t like the idea of being a teen mother, if that’s what you mean.” She sighed and looked up from under her lashes. “But...if some prophecy says I have to be pregnant, then I’m glad it’s with you.”

She blushed brightly at her admission. “I mean, I just wanted you to know that—what with all my protests about not wanting to get stretch marks because the Powers think it’s okay to mess with me...so you don’t think it’s personally against you.”

“You don’t know how glad I am to hear that,” he breathed out and attacked her mouth again.

In no time at all, he had divested her of her clothing, the undergarments becoming a victim to his rampant shredding tendencies. Her hands stilled his when he started struggling with his own jeans and he looked at her questioningly. She turned them so that he was lying on his back, sliding her hands over his straining erection in the most torturous of ways, all the way down to his feet so she could tug off his boots and socks.

As she unzipped him, she licked her suddenly dry lips, amazed that she was about to say what she was thinking.

“Um, I once read in one of my magazines...this article where it said that, you know, certain positions ensure different genders for the baby,” she said tentatively. Then she looked at him and added, “I...kinda always wanted a little girl. I mean, you know how girls imagine the whole family thing when they’re little.”

Spike captured her hands to still them when they went to remove his jeans. “I’d love to have myself a bitty-version of you.”

“I...I don’t remember what...what made a girl, though,” she confessed bashfully.

“Kitten, those ideas aren’t anythin’ new,” he said as he released her hands to finish her work of undressing him. “They had them back in my time, too, an’ I think I remember hearin’ which one made which.”

“Oh?” She bit her lip as she tossed away his jeans, still not quite realizing what a vision of sexiness she could be to him. “So where should I be for our girl-making? I mean, if we do make a baby, that is...it would be nice if it was a girl.”

His hand snaked out to grip her wrist and tug, bringing her down on her good side next to him. He rolled onto his side to face her and ran his hand over her thigh then cupped behind her knee to draw her leg up towards him.

“Right here,” he told her as he got himself positioned at her entrance. “Just rest your broken chicken wing on my side if that’s more comfortable, or I can prop a little pillow under it.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him in a breathy voice, anxious for him to continue.

It was amazing how wet she was and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet, just got her into position. His hand left her leg to delve at her cleft, circling her clit with deft fingers. She hooked her leg over his thigh and mewled in protest at him not being in her where she so desperately needed him.

With a nibbling kiss at her pulse, he complied and entered her swiftly. She gasped as molten fire shot through her at his combined actions. The claim flared to life and spurred on his movements, feeding the pleasure they both felt. The link was almost a tangible thing, a glowing chain binding them together as they bucked in a primal dance.

“Spike, Spike—bite me!”

Heedless of the pain it caused at that point, she scrabbled at his bicep with the hand of her broken arm. He sensed it over the bond and took hold of her upper arm to still her while he sucked at her pulse, raising a hickey that would mark her as his, yet again.

Once she had stilled again, his fangs sliced through her supple skin and her blood flowed freely into his mouth. He lapped up the precious essence with fervor, but careful not to take too much.

“Now cum for me, Slayer. Cum hard an’ scream right pretty for me.”

The deep rumbling of his voice reverberated through her and her body responded to his command. She let out a high keening wail as she fell into orgasmic bliss, with him following closely behind, finding her cries like a siren’s song. He continued to hold her tightly to him, long afterwards.

Eventually, she pushed at him weakly and took a long breath. “Do you...think we made a girl?”

All he could do was chuckle at her question and kiss her soundly.

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Faith let out a low whistle as she followed Willow into the house the next evening. “Nice digs, B. I should get myself a vampire mate so I can have him buy me a big house, too.”

“Funny, real funny.” Buffy rolled her eyes, closing the door before leading them towards the living room. “And Willow told me how you acted yesterday, at Giles’ place. Thank you, it means a lot to me. So that’s why I figured I could return the favour by letting you become a part of movie night tradition.”

“That’s really cool of you.” The darker-haired slayer smiled and sat down on the couch. “I figured anyone who came out of Joyce deserved some amount of loyalty for her sake. And of course, who you sleep with is your business, and you if you love him, then it’s all good.”

“I got lots of Chinese food,” Willow interjected in a rush, a bit antsy at the turn in conversation. “Um, I’ll go get some sodas from the kitchen. Yes, I’ll be Soda Girl.”

She set down the bags on the coffee table then hurried to the kitchen with the two slayers watching in amusement. They shared a look before Buffy sat down next to Faith and inspected the movies in the Movie Gallery bag. There was a yelp and a crash from the kitchen seconds later that had them rushing to see if the little redhead was okay.

Spike was standing there looking guilty as they ran in with Willow clutching at the cabinet. Sodas were sprinkled all over the floor with a couple spouting little carbonated soda geysers into the air.

“I...snuck up on her,” was all the vampire had to say in his defense.

Buffy and Faith shared a look before bursting into uproarious laughter at the scene before them. This was just priceless.