~Chapter Ten~
AN: Thanks to Aribelle, Tami, Jessica, and Caro for their betaing.
Jocelyn adjusted the sling her black cast was in after she awkwardly got dressed. Buffy had offered to help, but she had waved it away in favour of being independent. She had eventually been able to get a tank top on and a pair of shorts then brushed her hair, but doing anything with it had been out of the question. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals then headed downstairs.
The house was quiet. Buffy was off doing some shopping and running other errands for a surprise for Spike later. She wasn't quite sure where Spike was, but that was okay because she had been avoiding him since the hospital. It had been easy since as soon as they got home she had crawled into bed and immediately gave into her exhaustion and medication. Buffy was the only one she had seen since she had awakened. She was sure that once he got the chance he was going to corner her and start in with more questions. He had that look in his eyes all last night at the hospital. A look she was used to after eighteen years. The whole "'fess up, Jocelyn" look that usually meant she was in trouble, but she was pretty sure she wasn't in trouble this time.
She just didn't want to fend off a million questions again.
She went into the kitchen to look for something to eat. There were some Hot Pockets in the freezer and she popped one into the microwave then went over to get one of her pain pills while she waited. She looked around and finally spotted the pill bottle on top of the fridge. She sighed and stretched to reach for it. It was just out of reach and if she could stretch up on her toes just a bit more... but she couldn't brace herself with her broken arm... Gawd, why was she made so short... Because her mother was short... Why couldn't she have taken after her father a bit more? She chewed on her bottom lip and tried anyways, all her attention on the little amber bottle.
"Gotcha!" She grinned, but with the very tenuous position and bracing with her broken arm she soon lost her balance and started to topple with a tiny squeal.
She didn't make it far when arms swiftly caught her and held her close to a familiar chest. She inhaled the familiar scent for a moment then looked up into concerned blue eyes that were now darkening in irritation. Man, did she know that look well, too...
"I'm startin' t' see that you like givin' me heart attacks even more than your soddin' mum, Punky..." He grumbled as he set her back on her feet. "You couldn' wait another bleedin' minute or two for someone t' come help you with it?"
"I hurt now, though," she gave him puppy dog eyes and went to get a glass of water. "And I didn't know when you'd be getting back. Sheesh." She took one of the pills then went to get her snack out of the microwave. "And vampires don't get heart attacks. Duh."
She knew he was frowning at the back of her head. She just shook it off and headed for the living room with her Hot Pocket, flopping onto the couch and reaching for the remote. When he dropped onto the couch beside her, she glanced towards him and furrowed her brows.
"So... how long have you known?"
"Had my suspicions for a bit, what with you bein' a wee bit of an attention whore with your mum," he put his arm around her shoulders and chuckled. "The way you looked at us. The power I sensed on you. Then there was the way you got so defensive when Captain Cardboard went on about how evil you were. An' of course when you screeched like a bleedin' banshee when he nearly did you an' your mum in." He smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. "An' finally when you called me 'Daddy' before you passed out."
Her nose wrinkled and she pouted slightly, "I suck at the undercover thing, don't I?"
"You do fine at foolin' humans if that helps," he grinned. "An' probably other demons... vampires that don' know me, too, maybe?" He rubbed her back. "Now, where's your mum?"
"She went shopping just after I woke up."
"You didn' go with her?" He cocked his head at her.
"I didn't want to go where she was probably going." Jocelyn made a face and went back to flipping through the channels. "Not to mention, after all of yesterday's excitement I just want to relax a bit."
"I agree with you there, bit. An' jus' where was she goin' that you didn' want t' go, too?" His brow arched down at her with interest. He smelled a secret here.
"Somewhere," she rolled her eyes back at him. "Don't try to pry it out of me or I'll bop you. Don't think I won't do it just because you're my daddy. I'm still a slayer and you're an evil vampire. It'll be instinct." She gave him an impish grin.
He ruffled her hair then sat back. "Oh shut your gob, Slayer... Keep your secret. I'll know soon enough."
*****
Buffy walked into the house a couple hours later and dropped her bags by the stairs before heading into the living room. She smiled at the sight that greeted her. Spike was sprawled out on the couch with his boots on the coffee table and Marie tucked under his arms with her head on his chest. How cute, she thought and grabbed a blanket to put over them. A hand clamped over her wrist as she went to move away and she turned back towards the couch, meeting Spike's intense gaze. The way he looked at her... she blushed slightly, giving him a small smile.
"What'd you get for me?" he finally asked with a smirk.
"You'll find out when I'm good and ready. Not to mention it's a private surprise," she nodded towards Marie meaningfully. "I'm going to head upstairs and put my things away. I also bought some more maternity clothes... stupid belly gets bigger every day..." She pouted slightly then turned to head upstairs.
She hung up the new shirts and pants she found and stashed the bag with her surprise in the back. When she straightened, Spike was standing close. He reached his arm around her and she leaned into him, enjoying the comfort of his embrace whether it was because of the claim or what not. She certainly craved his touch constantly.
"No peeking," she waved a finger under his nose with her Stern Buffy face on.
He turned her towards him and kissed her slowly. "You can show me now. Sent Punky off t' the movies an' then she's goin' t' patrol before headin' over to Willow's place for the night."
"Oh... okay..." she blinked for a moment then tilted her head. "She spilled the beans, didn't she? That's why you're so eager to see it, huh?"
"Nope. She wouldn' tell me a bleedin' thing no matter how I tried." His fingers threaded into her hair and he gave a playful pout, "You cut it again."
"Yeah... it needed a trim," she stepped back a bit and picked at a lock, looking at it. "And the colour had faded a long time ago... wanted to put the highlights back in and those red streaks. I liked them."
"Look lovely t' me always..." He pulled her back to him and nuzzled her neck, purring. "So do I get my surprise now?"
She laughed. "Impatient should be tattooed on your forehead. And fine, you can get your surprise. Just go downstairs and wait for me to get things ready." And with that, she started pushing him towards the door.
"Oy... only impatient cause I'm eager t' be with my mate..." He gave her another pout as she pushed him into the hall and stood blocking the door with her arms crossed. "Fine... but you better be quick with it or I'll be back up here lookin' for you."
"So scared," she teased and gave him a quick kiss before closing the door.
Buffy headed across the room slowly as she waited to hear him go back downstairs. As soon as she was sure he was downstairs, she hurried the rest of the way to the closet and pulled out the bag she had just stashed there then eagerly shuffled across the floor to the bathroom to get ready.
She had been making plans ever since she had snapped out of her funk when Marie arrived. He deserved something nice for putting up with her. Even after all these months, she still wasn't sure why he did it... even when he made claims of love. It just seemed so odd. Maybe that's why she couldn't think of loving him, even if she had made the decision she wanted to. Because some part of her wasn't sure she believed he really did. She rolled her eyes. Or maybe she was so totally thinking way too much... which was something she rarely got accused of.
//Oh William...// She called over the claim coyly once she was ready. //I'm ready for you...//
Barely a second later, the door to the bedroom was yanked open. He obviously hadn't been waiting that far by the speed of his return. He froze in the doorway as he took in the sight there, the unneeded air knocked from his lungs. The only thing that hadn't stopped in time was the blood that rushed oh-so obviously to his groin, causing him to strain against his jeans.
There were candles all over the room, adding to the romantic scene. Buffy was laid out on the bed in a much practiced pose and looking up at him with a smile. She was wearing a negligee she had bought at the maternity store. She had been feeling self-conscious about wearing maternity lingerie, even if she was only halfway along... but the look on his face reassured her and gave her back her confidence. She raised herself up on her elbows and crooked a finger at him.
"I can't touch you with you all the way over there," she bit her lip and tilted her head.
He groaned and snapped out of his trance, closing the door behind him and made his way to the bed shucking clothes as he crossed the space. "Anythin' my mate wants."
"No." She got up on her knees as he got near the bed, "Tonight, it's anything you want. You, who's been taking care of me since he rescued me from Dracula and has put up with me when I was in bed with uber hormones. This is your reward for staying with me when anyone else would have given up on me and left." She lifted her arms to him in invitation.
"Pet... it's not... I told you..." He was trying to string together coherent thought while he looked down at the way the sheer material clung to her breasts. Breasts, he noted, that were starting to get bigger, too.
She noticed where his gaze was riveted to and rolled her eyes. "Gawd, always the pig, huh?" She said it with very little irritation and smirked up at him.
"Well, Miss Summers..." he finally stepped into her arms, hands skimming up her sides. One hand stayed to cup the breast he had been intently staring at while the other slid around her then down to the small of her back to press her into him. "You don' get a scrap of cloth like that thinkin' your mate won' look at you..."
"Guilty me."
He kissed her slowly, "Didn' need t' do this, you know."
"Spike... this martyr act. Really nice of you, but come on. You are seriously going to stand there and complain about me planning a romantic night for us?" She frowned up at him, slightly hurt. She sighed and started to pull away, glancing about. "Well, we have the house to ourselves for the night so we can maybe-"
He cut her off by kissing her hotly. He lowered her to the bed and covered her with his own body, never breaking the kiss. He purred as his hands skimmed over her body, the material of the lingerie so shear it might as well have not been there. The pad of his thumb caressed her nipple through the material while the other slipped between her thighs to stroke her through the already sodden thong.
"From the moment I walked int' the room an' saw you lookin' so sexy an' ready t' be shagged, did I look like I was thinkin' of anythin' besides givin' it t' you good an' proper?" He purred into her neck before nipping at the claim marks there.
She arched up into his touch with a moan. "But... but... oh, stop that so I can think clearly..." she pouted. He stroked her faster and she made a face at him, "Hardy har har... I just... I just don't like that you let me treat you like crap and you just take it. You have a right to get annoyed. Get mad. I know you're not shy about telling people off. Tell me off. Don't let me treat you like a footstool!"
"Oh pet..." he lifted his hand to her cheek and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "Is that what this is all about? I have nothin' t' be mad about. Your mother died an' that gave you every right t' be in the pits of sorrow. I told you that before. The only reason I was concerned was that I had t' think of little Jocelyn. An' the rest of it since then... hormones. I don' take any of it personally. I haven' done anythin' that any mate wouldn' do for their partner."
"Spiiiiike," she said between a whine and a groan, starting to kick her feet slightly in annoyance. She was so very close to just tossing a hissy fit because he wouldn't see it her way.
He chuckled and kissed her again to distract her. "Let's just agree t' disagree, an' wipe the slate clean, an' all the other rot like that..."
"Okay, but no more with the lapdog routine. Got it?" She waved a finger under his nose.
"You know, most birds would be glad t' have a willin' slave at their beck an' call. Especially such a sexy one," he curled his tongue as he smirked in amusement.
She grinned right back. "Then let them have you."
"Little minx," he purred and kissed her hard to cut off further conversation in lieu of sating the growing hunger.
His hand tore away her damp thong and tossed it away, then returning to slide two fingers inside her tight entrance. He pumped them while dipping his head to capture a breast in his mouth through the lingerie, suckling it eagerly and delighting in the little moans of pleasure it wrought. His thumb stroked her little nub while his fingers pumped faster. His teeth scraped over her nipple and tore a gasp from her throat.
"Oh gawd..." Her fingers twined in his hair and pressed his face closer as she arched under him. "Need... need you..."
"Tell me what you want, pet. All you have t' do is ask," he purred into her ear.
He bit at her neck with blunt teeth, capturing her flesh between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. He stroked the temporary mark it left with his tongue. He would never get enough of the taste of his mate. Never. His thumb pressed on her clit and his fingers pumped more insistently.
"Ohh... I want... I need... oh, damn you for making me think..." she tossed her head back. "Need you in me. Fucking me and biting me. Please, Spike. Need you so bad..."
"Mmm, anythin' my mate wants she gets..." he leered and slid his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.
"This isn't supposed to be for me," she pouted cutely.
"Oh, I am enjoyin' givin' you pleasure. No doubt about that."
He slid his hands over her hips and thighs, then under her knees to draw them up. He rested one ankle against his shoulder so he could move his hand down to his cock to position it at her opening. His eyes met hers and he began teasing her clit with the head of his cock.
"You want this, yeah? Want this in you?" he purred, "I want you t' keep lookin' at me, luv. Eyes open an' don' look away. I want t' see the pleasure an' lust in your expressive lil' eyes. Want you t' see the love in mine."
"Please, Spike..." she begged hoarsely and started trying to press herself into him. "Please..."
Her hand moved to try to take charge, but he batted it away. She tried again and this time he released her other knee to pin her wrists above her head. He nipped at her neck in a show of dominance, knowing it turned her on and it did. She drew in a sharp breath of unneeded air and her eyes widened. She licked her lips and let out a moan, moving her hips eagerly.
"Like that, yeah?" He kissed the hollow of her throat then flicked his tongue in her cleavage, then moved down to kiss the swell of her stomach. "Now itty bitty... Daddy isn' hurtin' your mum, but you should cover your ears an' close your eyes now."
She tossed back her head and laughed, thoroughly amused by that. "You have got to be the most adorable father ever."
"Of course I am," he scoffed. Then frowned slightly, "But still the big bad."
"Oh yeah... big bad daddy..." she rolled her eyes.
He gave a playful growl and nipped at her breast. "Shut your gob or I'll have t' gag you."
She snorted. "You would not gag the mother of your child."
He took that as a challenge and started to slide off the bed.
"What are you doing?" She sat up with a small confused frown.
"You said this night was for me right?" He bent over to reach under the bed for Anya's housewarming gift. He pulled the box out and glanced up at her. "So I get t' have fun with your delicious body, yeah?"
"That was the original idea, but now I'm worried."
He shook his head with a chuckle and opened the box. They had laughed over the contents when Anya had first given it to them right after they moved into the apartment together. Neither really thought they would get much use out of the stuff she had given them with a wink, but now Spike wasn't finding the thought of using them so ridiculous. In fact, he gave a groan as he lifted out the hand-cuffs.
"Ohhhh no you won't..." Buffy saw what he was looking at and started inching towards the other side of the bed.
He lunged up before she could get far and caught her by the wrist. He quickly linked one cuff on that wrist and dragged her back towards him with a growl.
"It's my night, remember?" He nipped at her neck and pushed her back down onto the bed.
Then, he pulled her arms up to loop the handcuffs around the headboard before cuffing the other wrist. He ran his hands back down her arms and continued to her waist, trailing fire along her skin. She watched him with her lip caught between her teeth, knowing he wouldn't hurt her. The dangerous glint in his eyes and the pure lust still fired up her blood.
"Now... don' give me a reason t' gag that pretty mouth of yours or I'll be mad that you won' be able t' bite me back." He gripped her hips and with a jerk, impaled himself deep inside her quickly. He leaned in close and purred into her ear, "'Cause then I'll have t' take that frustration out on you."
She was gaping still from the sudden movement and took a long, unneeded breath as she slowly adjusted to him being inside her. Her eyes finally refocused on him and quirked a lip before biting at his exposed neck in retaliation. He jerked then looked down at her, meeting her eyes as both gazes darkened in lust. Their demons roared at each other over the claim and suddenly they were kissing heatedly, his hips starting to rock against hers eagerly.
"Pet... so tight an' wet for me, yeah?" He slid a hand under her to lever her up towards him for a better angle. "So good. Never goin' t' get enough of you, luv."
She arched up under him and strained to reach him with her mouth. With a groan, he closed the distance for her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He tasted every inch of her he could reach and dueled with her tongue. His free hand slid up to her breast, kneading it roughly in his hand. His thrusts began to get faster, skin slapping against skin.
The link between them only served to feed their passion as they both felt the pleasure they were giving their mate. Her muscles rippled around his cock and he moaned into her mouth. He moved to her neck and vamped, scraping his fangs over her tender skin and licking at the little droplets of blood that pooled on the surface. She gave little mewls of pleasure, tilting her head to give him better access.
"Ohhh... so close... so close..." she moaned as her eyes rolled back. "Harder... need it harder..."
"Anything my beautiful golden goddess wants," he groaned out and complied, striking at her with longer, harder strokes. "Want your Big Bad t' bite you, yeah? I want you t' bite me, too. Need t' feel those lovely lil' fangs on me, feedin' on me..." He panted and continued to ramble incoherently.
She bounced against him with the force of his thrusts. "Oh, yes, yes! Bite me, Spike, please!"
He scraped his fangs over her neck again, earning more whimpers. "Goin' t' remember t' bit me, too?"
"Yes! Please!"
With a husky chuckle, he finally bit into her and slammed his cock deep into her at the same time. Her back arched sharply as she gave a cry of pleasure, muscles gripping him. He gave a warning growl as he drank and she got the message, vamping as well then biting into his neck. He thrust one more time before giving a hoarse of cry of his own and spilling himself.
Taking in a slow breath, Spike leaned his forehead against hers. "Bloody wonderful, pet."
"Glad you think so," she gave a cheeky smile then rattled her bonds. "Now can we make with the taking off the handcuffs?"
"Mmmm, might just leave you like that," he kissed her softly and skimmed his hands over her once more. "Such a lovely sight an' I've got all night t' enjoy it."
"Oh, I'm not above just busting them then beating you in the head," she rattled them again more insistently.
"Fine, pet. But only 'cause you asked so nicely."
He nipped at her lower lip then reached up to release her. She immediately twined her arms around his neck and drew him back down to her. She kissed him slowly and rolled them over so she was on top of him. He reached up to cup her cheek.
"Did you feed while you were out?" he asked with concern.
"Blood or food?"
"Either."
She pouted and tried to look away, but he held her in place.
"Pet..." He sat up slowly, "We can' have you doin' that. Now, we'll go get you somethin' t' eat an' on the way, have ourselves a spot of violence that should lead t' some feedin'. Can' have my girls goin' hungry, now can I?"
She continued to look up at him petulantly as he stood. He chuckled and caressed her cheek, then went to pick her out something pretty to wear. He came back and handed the clothes to her then went to collect his own. He turned back as he pulled his jeans back on.
"Now, don' look at me like that, pet. If you had eaten earlier, I wouldn' have t' take you out t' make sure you eat." He stopped and then smirked, "Hell, would've wanted t' take you out t' get you all worked up in a fight anyway. Watchin' you move does such things t' me." He curled his tongue as he moved his hands down over the front of his jeans.
"Oh geez... just when I think you've started to mature..." She rolled her eyes and got up to go get dressed.
tbc... |
