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that St Patrick's Day one really is coming...and SB should be updated either super early tomorrow if I can swing it or late Thrusday/early Friday (more likely).


Celebrating

“Care to explain to me, Spike, how going to the zoo has anything to do with Memorial Day? And is the zoo even open anyway?” They hadn’t even gotten up and dressed for the morning and Spike was already talking to her about his plans for the day.

“Has nothing to do with anything other than birds are supposed to like going to the zoo and I…well I was trying ply you.’

“Ply me for what?

“Well we both have the day off and everything…given that it’s a holiday and all and well…”

By the way he trailed off and the almost guilty look on his face, Buffy could tell what he’d been about to say. “And you want to stay home and have sex all day?”

“And you have some sort of objection to that plan?”

“Spike, we need to have a life other than having sex—that 113 times thing was just a joke, you know.”

“Yeah, well I’ve got the white board and we’re already at, at least seventy-two. I think I missed some that night that you,” he trailed off with a leer and Buffy blushed as she realized the night he was talking about.

“A girl could start to think you’re only in it for the sex.”

“Buffy, if I were only in it for the sex, you being sick for those two weeks,” he said, meaning the two weeks she’d been sick after they returned from Mexico, “Would have worried me.”

“Worried you? Why?”

“Because, luv, for a few days there I harbored the daft notion that you might’ve been pregnant.”

“You really…you really thought I might have been pregnant?” Buffy hadn’t ever thought of that.

“Think about it,” Spike explained his reasoning, “You were throwing up every morning just about, didn’t really know why…and you were a few days off on your…”

“You keep track of when I have my period?” Buffy was too surprised to be any more tactful about it—or embarrassed as she usually would have been.

“Not that it really changes whether we…but yeah, I do.” He hoped she didn’t think it was weird of him or anything.

“And you would have been okay if…You really thought I was pregnant and it didn’t freak you out?”

“Is there a specific reason it should?”

“Well…besides the fact that you’re a guy?”

“Yeah, besides that,” his tone let her know that didn’t apply to him.

“Were not married…we’re not even engaged and well…Yeah, we’re not married.”

“You see this ending any time soon?” Spike was deadly serious and Buffy wondered how he could always do that—turn a light conversation serious—so quickly.

“By ‘this’ I’m assuming you mean our relationship,” she waited needlessly for him to verify her statement before continuing on. “Well, no I don’t…But, Spike…” She didn’t know what she was trying to say, let alone how to say it.

“Let me guess, I’m scaring you again? Always did jump into things with you a bit too fast.” He wasn’t expecting the loud laugh that got from Buffy.

“Are you forgetting how I started our whole relationship?”

“Well no…but I…I don’t want to make it too serious and scare you away, pet. Don’t know what I’d do if…if that happened.”

“Spike…you asking me to live with you wasn’t too much, you giving me a dog—hell, two dogs—wasn’t too much…why would this be too much?”

“Because, Buffy,” he explained, “You can get a new house; dogs die…a baby…there’s no going back from that, not really.”

“But I thought we just agreed we weren’t planning on breaking up anytime soon?” Buffy wondered.

“God, luv, you’ve got me running round in circles here…Am I trying to dig myself out of a hole here or am I not even in one?”

Buffy smiled at him gently, “You’re not in trouble, Spike. You just surprised me is all.”

”No one’ll ever be able to confuse me the way you do, kitten.”

“You’re the one that brought babies into it and got me all flustered and non-sense making and…and it’s your fault!”

“And no one’ll ever be able to get you riled up like I can. Reckon we’re a good match then.”

“Did you pay attention to any of what I just said? Any at all?” Buffy sounding angry but it didn’t faze Spike in the slightest.

“Paid attention to you being adorable.”

“You realize I’m trying to be mad at you, right?” Buffy said, just to be sure.

“I do; bloody impossible, innit?”

“Yes!” Buffy finally gave in, laughing and smiling with him; only laughing harder as he started tickling her. “Hey! Tickling’s no fair when I have no clothes on to buffer me!”

“To buffer you?” he repeated as they rolled around, naked on their bed.

“Well excuse me for not being dictionary girl while you’ve got your fingers on my breasts—kind of distracting you know.”

“Was just tickling you, luv,” Spike tried his best to appear innocent.

“Not with your fingers, ah! there you weren’t,” Buffy gasped.

“What? Here?” Spike slid two fingers inside of her as his other hand wrapped around her torso and pulled her closer.

“Yes there, you idiot!”

“Not nice to be calling your boyfriend an idiot when he’s trying to get you off,” Spike chided.

“Not nice to talk like that when your girlfriend’s trying to get into it,” Buffy returned.

“Trying? You better not have to ‘try’,” he sounded truly insulted and Buffy giggled before leaning in to kiss him.

“Nope, no trying,” Buffy sucked in a deep breath as Spike expertly twisted and pumped his fingers. “No more talking either,” she moaned as she tried to continue, “See, speechless Buffy.”

Spike was going to laugh at her, knowing she wouldn’t take offense, but decided that kissing her would be a much better use of his mouth.



“You know I love you, right?”

“That be because I just gave you an orgasm?”

“No!” Buffy insisted. “That was just…fun. I’d love you even if you didn’t wake me up like that.”

“I love you too sweetheart. So, want to get up and see what it is we can do today?” he’d been joking about the zoo earlier but did really want her to do whatever she wanted given that they both had the day off.

“Well,” Buffy hedged, “we could…I suppose. But I was kind of liking the sound of your plans.”

“Were you now?” Spike rolled her under him before noticing the last word she’d said—“Wait, plans? As in more than one?”

“Yes, as in more than one,” Buffy said in the tone that Spike had taken to thinking of as her ‘duh Buffy voice’.

“Which ones, then?” he could think of the sex plan and the zoo plan but wasn’t sure how they worked together.

“The sex one and….and the, uh, the one you weren’t worried about before when you thought it was a possibility…”

“You mean…what exactly do you mean, pet?” Spike wasn’t willing to guess on this one, not sure what would happen if he guessed wrong.

“You’re going to make me actually say it?”

“Yeah. I think I know what you’re talking about but I don’t…don’t want to be wrong.”

“Well…” It was literally several minutes, several minutes of Spike holding the top half of himself off of her and gazing down at her, before she continued. “I was thinking I could stop taking my birth control pills after this next set finishes up.”

“Buffy, luv, are you…Are you serious?”

“Well you said—“ Buffy started to worry that Spike hadn’t meant it as much as she’d thought he had when he talked of them having a baby.

“Don’t for one second think I don’t want this—don’t love the idea,” he made sure she saw the truth of what he was saying, “I just don’t want you saying it…doing it till you’re ready. You Buffy, not me, you.”

“Well I mean I have…um five days to be sure I’m sure I’m sure..but…I’m sure I’m sure. I love you Spike and I haven’t once thought of things ending between us and….yeah, I’m sure.”

“Then I think our day’s all set—I’ve got some thanking of you to do.” Buffy started to ask him what he had to thank her for and then to tell him, once she got the answer she knew she was going to get, that he didn’t need to, but before she could Spike was settling himself between her hips.

“Not wasting any time are you?” she joked.

“Practice makes perfect and all.”


THE END

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