“Buffy you home?” Spike called as he came in the front door of their home. He draped his duster over the banister as he went through to the kitchen. Once there, he proceeded to the refrigerator and opened the salad crisper drawer. Removing one of the blood bags Buffy kept there for him, he heated it for two minutes in the microwave, then drank the contents straight from the heated bag so he wouldn’t have to wash a cup. Once finished, he went in search of Buffy.
As he went upstairs to their bedroom, he called again, “Slayer! Are you home?” He knew that she was; his blood and skin were tingling with the signature of his mate’s closeness. On entering the bedroom, he found her curled up in the middle of their bed, fast asleep. She was completely naked, except for his red, silk shirt, which she had used as a nightshirt. She looked utterly beautiful. Spike didn’t want to wake her but knew that the moment he climbed into bed beside her, she would.
Spike undressed quickly, but quietly, folding his clothes as he went, and placing them on the chair beside his side of the bed. He gently climbed into bed, and like he predicted, Buffy immediately awoke from her peaceful slumber.
“Spike you’re late tonight, honey. Did everything go okay?” Buffy asked, her voice tainted with worry.
“Everything’s fine Pet, got caught up markin’ exam papers, that’s all,” Spike answered, as he bent down to claim a kiss from her upturned face.
Buffy was breathing hard when she pulled away from Spike. Her heart was racing and she found herself becoming extremely aroused.
Spike carefully smelled the air, knowing Buffy didn’t like the fact that he could tell when she needed his attentions. His cock stood to attention against his stomach as he rolled Buffy over onto her back and used his knee to gently nudge her legs apart. Moving over her, he placed his engorged cock at the entrance to her quim and used his fingers to spread some of the fluid that had collected there. Buffy softly mewed under his administrations and pushed against Spike’s hand, urging him to continue, which he did, his fingers working away, and bringing Buffy nearer to the brink of her release. When he felt her climax begin to build, he entered her quickly, but gently.
Buffy swiftly found the release she needed, and Spike followed moments later with a loud roar and her name on his lips.
“Spike, shh…” Buffy admonished, as he lay on top of her panting, even though he didn’t require the oxygen it brought to his long dead lungs. “Dawn and Willow are home tonight, don’t wake them up. I couldn’t take the ribbing we’d get if you did!” she exclaimed in a whispered tone.
“Okay kitten,” Spike replied in a voice so low that only she could hear, thanks to her advanced slayer hearing.
He rolled to her left, pulling her close so he could massage her swollen belly. “How is our miracle this evening?” he asked, kissing her.
“She’s fine,” Buffy said. “She’s been kicking all evening, waiting for her Daddy to get home from work.”
Spike laughed. “Bloody hell, Buffy, do you know how funny that sounds to me? Work and Daddy, all in the same sentence. I mean, one, I’m a vampire. I shouldn’t be able to have children and two; I’m working at the Watcher’s council as a Senior lecturer. It shouldn’t be possible, any of it.”
Buffy looked up at him with amusement. “Well *you* were the one who went and wore the amulet Angel gave me, the night before you destroyed the Hellmouth! How was I supposed to know it would enable you to impregnate me?” she countered indigently, a pout forming on her face and tears starting to well in her eyes.
Taking in her full lip, and unshed tears, Spike pulled her towards him again. “Shh… sweetheart,” he soothed, “I wasn’t tryin' to be mean or horrible about it. I’m guessin’ I’m still soddin’ amazed by it all!”
Buffy looked at her mate fondly, before leaning into his neck to nuzzle the bite mark she had left there, when they had claimed each other, after the Hellmouth had been closed for good. She took comfort in his mark as he did in her’s, when things became overbearing for both of them. Spike gently purred, basking in the feelings of love and deep feeling of belonging that came from the act.
Soon, both slayer and vampire were sleeping, spooned together in the middle of their queen sized bed.
Dawn knocked on their bedroom door. “Just a minute, Nibblet,” Spike called, grabbing the quilt and pulling it up so that he and Buffy were decent. “Okay, you can come in now!”
“Morning Spike!” she chirped, as she entered the room. She closed the door behind her with one hand, while balancing a tray full of breakfast things in the other. “Giles is downstairs, and wants to see you guys. Some boring Gile-sy thing, my guess,” she quipped, placing the tray on the dressing table.
Buffy peeked her head above the cover and looked at her sister. “What time is it?” she asked.
Spike and Dawn, both replied at the same time, “7:30 am.”
“Dawn, tell Giles to go away; it’s too early to have to see him. Spike didn’t get in from the council till two am and then we didn’t fall asleep till nearly four,” Buffy grumbled.
Nodding his agreement, Spike looked over at Dawn and said, “Tell Giles we’ll be down in twenty minutes, after I’ve given Buffy some of that breakfast you’ve brought up.”
Dawn nodded her head and left the room.
“Buffy, come on, eat some of this omelette Dawn’s made,” Spike coaxed as Buffy watched him drink the warmed blood with weetabix her sister had brought the vampire.
“No, I don’t want to. I want to stay here,” she replied petulantly, although she knew she had to leave the warmth of their bed to use the bathroom, because the baby was lying on her bladder, again.
After much coaxing and a little bribery, Spike finally got Buffy out of the bed so he could help her to the bathroom. After her shower, Buffy waddled back down the hall to their room, where Spike was laying out her clothes on the bed. She chose to wear a pair of black trousers matched with a white camisole, which she finished off with Spike’s black over-shirt.
Spike laughed as she turned around, looking for his approval on her choice of outfit. “Baby, not that I mind, but if you keep wearing all my shirts, what am I suppose to wear?”
Buffy just shrugged her shoulders and waddled over to him. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his forehead. “You know you love me,” she replied, grabbing his hand as she opened the door to go down stairs to meet Giles.
***
TBC
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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