Something Pink & Blue
 Chapter 16-19


Written by: Amy W.
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Summary: A baby fic. Buffy's preggers--guess by whom? There's a misunderstanding. Wackiness ensues. Some angst for storytelling purposes.
Timeline: Post As You Were/Pre Hells Bells
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Feedback: btvsfreak@sbcglobal.net





Chapter 16


Paying special attention to her stomach, he slipped his hands beneath the satin and lace and stroked her lovingly. Lifting the soft fabric, he placed tiny kisses around her navel.

"So beautiful. A goddess."

"Ok, now you’re taking it a bit too far…"she teased. But the look he returned remained serious and full of unbridled passion.

"Never…"he whispered and gazed deeply into her eyes. She wanted to drown in his cool blue stare as he pulled her tightly against him. She longed to feel him inside of her--no amount of contact seeming close enough. Spike tugged at her mouth with the blunt edge of his teeth, urging her closer. Her mouth opened to him as he slid his tongue under her top lip, sending a sensation of pure pleasure throughout her body. Every fiber of her being was shaken to the core as he thrust his tongue in and out, coaxing her tongue into his mouth, allowing her to explore him further.

Slowly she pushed his shoulders down onto the silky linens. Carefully, she settled herself over his swollen member, which pressed tighter and tighter against the denim as it sensed the warmth of her sex hovering above it. Refusing to set him free, she teased his cock—rocking forward and back until he could no longer stand the torture. He reached his hand between her thighs and lightly tickled his fingertip up… and then slowly around the rim of her damp folds. Her body responded to his touch--hypnotized by his competent hands. She struggled to pull his fingers nearer to her throbbing clit, however, he teased her in kind--coming closer and closer to her clit, but only brushing against it sporadically—just enough to make her plead for release.

When she could take it no longer, her fingers fumbled to unfasten the top of his pants. Her hands shook with such need that she struggled for what felt like hours just to free him from his denim prison. Finally popping the button open, his erection sprang forth, unzipping the jeans with the force of his arousal.

* * * * * * *

Stopping only for a moment, she waited until their eyes locked, then allowed his cool cock to slide inside her slickened opening. Her walls clenched and unclenched, drawing him in further. His groans grew louder with every unbearable thrust as she brought him closer to release. However, he’d waited so long to join their bodies together in this erotic dance that he refused to allow it to be over with too quickly. Tenderly he pulled her down to kiss him, rolling her onto her back as he did so. As she settled beneath him, new sensations began to crash over her in waves as he resumed his ministrations. His fingers flicked her clit, then stroked it slowly.

"That’s right luv, just like that. God, Buffy, you’re so wet. So perfect. My beautiful Slayer…mine!"

Her voice changed to a more womanly, husky tone, "Yes Spike. I’m yours. All yours. Feels soooo good inside me. Deep inside me."

The pleasure he was experiencing was so gratifying that he thought he may come too soon. So he gradually slowed his pace, sliding excruciatingly in and out of her hot wet core. Her nails sunk into his back, nearly drawing blood as this new wave of sensation washed over her. Each thrust of his engorged cock filled her and brought her closer to release.

For nearly an hour, he pleasured her in ways that she couldn’t even begin to describe—each ministration dragging a more intense orgasm from her. Spike hoped he wasn’t overdoing it with Buffy in her current condition, but she continued to beg him to do it all over again. When he finally brought her to a screaming climax, he slammed into her again and again until they peaked as one. Then completely spent, he fell beside her--both falling immediately asleep in each other’s arms.



 

Chapter 17


How had things changed so drastically in such a short time? One minute she’s telling Spike to move on and that she can’t love him and the next she’s screwing her brains out with said vampire, not to mention the fact that she was carrying his child! It was all too insane to comprehend at this point. Matter of fact, when he wasn’t around she even missed him—a lot more than she wanted to admit.

Apparently the same things had been running through Spike’s mind, but he wasn’t able to repress his feelings as well as she.

"What is this to you, Buffy?" he’d asked one night after an especially tender lovemaking session.

What was it to her? It wasn’t love…or was it? Did she even know what love was? She just couldn’t force herself to declare love to an evil, soulless vampire. Granted, he’d all but renounced his evil ways, but she had been warned time and again by him that he was evil deep down and always would be—yet in the same breath he would beg for a crumb of her respect, claiming to be a changed man. A man? Not hardly. But hardly a monster either. She knew this.

"I don’t know, Spike. I honestly don’t know."

This only seemed to fuel his ire. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know’? You mean we’ve been shagging night in and night out for two months and you don’t even know if you love me?"

"I didn’t say I didn’t love you…"she trailed off. Ok, probably a bad idea to imply in the slightest way that there may be some form of love just below the surface.

"No. You didn’t. But you haven’t exactly professed your love either. I just don’t know if I can keep being love’s bitch like this. Haven’t you realized it’s killing me? To be so close to you and never really have you? If it weren’t for the life you are carrying inside right now, I’d have probably ended my misery in a cloud of dust by now."

The words stung her like a slap in the face. He’d rather be dead than to live without her. Even though they made love nearly every night, her denial of love to him was more than he could bear. It made her shudder with horror to think that had it not been for this child she held inside, he would be gone—in a permanent way. The already super-intense emotions she’d been experiencing due to her pregnancy heightened even more at the thought of him gone. Sobs began to shake her body as she crumpled to the floor in despair.

"I-I’m sorry Spike. I just…I just…don’t know. Don’t know what to do."

The tears weren’t working in the way it had before. His once sympathetic smile was gone and in it’s place was a stoic clenching of his jaw. "I do." he replied with determination in his voice.

Looking up at him through blurry, wet eyes, she asked him for clarification, "What are you going to do?"

"What I should have done a long time ago. Gonna get my own room."

She’d braced herself, hoping he wouldn’t say he was leaving. It was a feeling beyond relief to know he wasn’t going to leave, merely moving to the room next door. Relieved. Why did she care if he wanted to move out? She’d planned to go through this pregnancy all by herself in the first place. Why did she feel so lost when she thought he might want out of her life for good? Now she only nodded at his request and made her way to the bedroom to lay down.

Entering the bedroom, she looked at the satin sheets, still stained with sweat and sex from the night before. It hurt to know this would be the last time she’d ever feel his arms wrapped around her, purring as she slept against his chest. It hurt so deeply that she stripped the bed off the finery and replaced it with the cotton sheets. No sense in making it worse by sleeping on the sheets that she associated lovemaking with.

* * * * * *

He seemed to slump in misery when he’d come in to get his clothing and noticed the bedding had been changed. Was she so quick to move on? No arguments had come from her at his announcement. It pained him to imagine even one night without the Slayer in his arms, but it had been his decision to do this. Yes, he was bloody stupid—bloody stupid indeed.

It wasn’t until later that he truly regretted his decision as he lay awake in the room next to hers—listening to her sobs. Never-ending sobs. He’d peeked in her room for a moment just to make sure nothing else was wrong, but she just lay curled up on her side. God, it pained him beyond words to watch his precious Slayer in such misery. Couldn’t possibly be good for her health either.

Two hours later, she was still crying. It was tearing at his heart. He found his own eyes welling up at the weeping noises coming from her room. Ok, enough was enough—it was simply unbearable.

Quietly he crept in her room and lay beside her, stroking her hair. She didn’t move a muscle, instead lay with her knees drawn up as far as her tummy would allow.

"Shhhh…don’t cry luv. I’m sorry. I’m an ass. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I’ll stay in here with you if you want to—just please don’t cry, ok?" He continued to stroke her hair with slow and careful motions. No answer came from his girl. The sobbing waned and eventually stopped. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he decided to check her over, only to see that she’d fallen fast asleep—the tiniest smile pulling the corners of her mouth upwards. He sighed as he realized the meaning behind it—she needed him. With that he lay beside her, covering her with a protective arm, until sleep claimed him as well.





Chapter 18


That morning she awoke to find him snuggling close beside her. Had their argument just been a nightmare? No, her ultra-puffy eyes reminded her of that. But it didn’t matter anymore. He was here with her—and that was what mattered. So this was it. Heaven on earth. Safe and secure in her vampire lover’s arms, baby squirming furiously in her belly.

As good as it felt to lay next to him, she knew she should get up and shower at the very least. Grabbing a fluffy towel and washcloth, she crept quietly to the bathroom. As she undressed, she gazed at her profile in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She was the epitome of pregnancy perfection. No stretch marks—granted she’d been slathering cocoa butter lotion on her stomach several times a day to insure that. Thinking back to her mother’s pregnancy, she never remembered any pictures of her being quite this big—and this was only her sixth month! She giggled as she saw a foot—or maybe it was an elbow—poking out from her side. Running a finger across the flesh, it withdrew. It never ceased to amaze her that this life was growing inside her and would soon arrive—three short months!

Stepping into the shower, she relaxed as the warm water washed away the salty evidence of her tears from her face. She giggled as she noticed that her bellybutton would be the cleanest it had ever been since it was now an outie and not an innie. The calming scent of lavender filled the steamy air as she slathered the foaming wash over her entire body. Then standing under the warmth of the spray, she rinsed it all away.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a cool hand glide down her back and a low whisper, "Missed a spot, kitten."

Yes. Yes she had. Oh god those hands! She leaned into them as he spread the lavender foam over every inch of her back, not one spot left unattended. The hands were replaced by a thick washcloth as he gently scrubbed and washed the foam from her shoulders, the middle, then finally the small of her back. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on the movements of his hands working the length of her spine. He was so good at this, moving at a snail’s pace. Each stroke came nearer to her backside and she shivered with delight when he cupped it in his hand and spanked it lightly. The washcloth disappeared and was replaced again by his cool hands which now trailed down her back—rinsing the cleansing foam from her.

Turning off the water, she’d assumed he’d left, however he was standing in front of her with the large fluffy towel and wrapped her snugly inside. Leading her over to the vanity, he seated her and reached for a comb, gently pulling the tangles from her hair. It surprised her how gentle the hands of a vampire, who’d snapped the necks of hundreds of victims, could be.

* * * * * * *

She had to be chilled, he knew this. However, she sat as still as a statue while he pulled the comb through the tangled mess. What surprised him was that he’d never noticed the natural curl in her golden mane. Working his fingers deep into her scalp, he scrunched the curls until large ringlets cascaded down her shoulders.

"All better luv," he replied as he assisted her to her feet. It was amusing at times to watch the Slayer struggle just to get off of the couch. Only six months into her pregnancy and she looked like she was stretched to the limits. Sometimes she glowed with the blush of motherhood. Other times she looked haggard and exhausted by the stress of carrying such a load. He was determined to take her mind off of things and hopefully lift her spirits. "Best get dressed and get ready. We have some more shopping to do!"

Those luscious black lashes lifted to reveal the jade eyes sparkling with excitement. "Really?!" she squealed. Her mood seemed to perk up immediately at the thought of once again getting out of that stuffy apartment and doing what women do best.

Excitedly, she raced around the room, pulling on a simple black cotton T-shirt-- HIS black cotton T-shirt, no less--and a pair of maternity jeans. The Slayer had taken a fancy to wearing his clothing instead of the maternity wear she’d purchased a few months before. It hadn’t bothered him a bit to have her smell clinging to the fabric when he wore it later. He was delighted to observe that she had left the curls in her hair this time, and had fastened a barrette strategically in place that accentuated the shape of her face.

When she’d finished, they headed out to the shopping center once again. Watching her bouncing from one baby item to the next was unbelievably entertaining for him. Picking up tiny booties, rattles, and little pajamas—cooing over each one. He’d insisted on buying every color, "just in case", and buying quite a bit of them. And even though she’d insisted on breast feeding, he adamantly stood his ground about buying bottles.

Five overflowing shopping bags later, he realized he was going to have to sell off more of his kitten stock if they were to make it until the end of her pregnancy.





Chapter 19


Things were just too busy to have any further discussion about love or the lack thereof in their relationship. Spike had arranged the baby’s room and set up the crib that they’d ordered, insisting Buffy rest up as much as possible. She’d been having contractions on and off lately, and while he knew it was perfectly normal in the last months of pregnancy, he surely wasn’t going to take any chances on premature birth.

Buffy was now entering her eighth month of her pregnancy and was truly miserable. He wondered if he should tell her what he knew about her condition, but thought it best not to worry her any further. At first he’d just done it to tease her, now he realized that she would completely freak if he told her what was coming in the very near future. She complained frequently about her swollen ankles, her expanding belly, her voracious appetite...and then lack of the same. At times he wished it were over with nearly as much as she did.

What was worse was the lack of sex. She was too miserable to enjoy it. It made him miserable to watch her in such distress. Instead he was quite happy to offer the occasional foot rub, go on a late night ice cream run, or just talk about the fears she had.

One particular night, they’d talked for hours about the impending birth.

"Spike, do you think the baby will be a vampire?"

He smile congenially and answered, "It has a heartbeat. I don’t think it’ll be a vampire."

"Do you think it’ll be a Slayer?"

"Can’t say, but I don’t think it’s a birthright, luv. More of a chosen thing."

"Will it hurt? I mean, I know it’ll hurt, but how bad do you think it’ll hurt."

"Won’t hurt at all, pet." he answered confidently.

"And how do you know that?"

"Well, modern medicine does offer a variety of anesthesia nowadays that make births virtually painless."

A concerned look crossed over her face, "I can’t have this baby in a hospital Spike. It’s too dangerous. If the demon world found out…"

"They won’t find out, luv. You can’t do this at home. It’s too dangerous."

"No Spike. I can’t do it there. I can’t take the chance that someone might do something. I mean, you heard what happened to Ang--…"

"I don’t want to hear sod all about that bloody ponce! I say you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. I’ll do what I can to protect you during the birth and we’ll just have to deal with it from there. It’s settled, you are going to a hospital when it’s time and that’s final!"

If not for his vampiric hearing ability, he may not have heard her mutter ‘says you’. Well, guess we’ll see about that when you’re in the throes of horrendous labor pains, eh Slayer?

"Spike?"

"Yes, luv?"

"I’m scared."

"I know, pet. I am too."

* * * * * * * * *

Four weeks and counting. Four weeks that would drag on for what would feel like months. The last eight had seemed to fly by, but now she was as uncomfortable as one girl could get. And the Braxton-Hicks contractions were starting again. Time for more rest. Thing was, it was impossible at this immense size to get into any kind of comfortable position. Sleep eluded her even as exhausted as she was. She’d been a flurry of activity the last couple weeks just to get her mind off of things. Yes, it had been against Spike’s wishes, but even he knew better than to piss off a miserable pregnant Slayer.

It was a few days away from Thanksgiving and Spike was out shopping for groceries. She’d insisted on having a nice quiet dinner with all of the holiday trimmings. In the peaceful quiet of the living room, she’d decided to finally pick up that What to Expect When You’re Expecting Book and find out exactly what she SHOULD expect. The book had been Spike’s bible throughout her entire pregnancy, but she was never much for books. She figured he knew enough for the both of them. However, baby had something else in mind.

As she sat on the couch, a warm wet sensation trickled between her thighs. And no, she wasn’t horny. Oh no, her water had broken! And Spike wasn’t back yet. How long until hard labor began? Stupid Buffy…stupid, stupid Buffy! Why hadn’t she read the book? Why, oh why? And how damned long did it take for someone to go grocery shopping!?

The first really hard contraction hit her. It felt like someone clutching at her stomach. And now she felt like she was going to vomit. Hurry up, Spike! I need you! Tears began to spill down her cheeks as the contractions quickly came closer and closer together. And still Spike had not returned. She knew there were some breathing things that she should be doing, but how could she concentrate on that when she was fretting about the location of her baby’s daddy?

* * * * * * *

As he reached the door of the apartment, he heard Buffy crying hysterically. The keys tumbled out of his hands as he tried to juggle the bags of groceries and work the lock. Bugger this! He kicked the door open to find Buffy clutching the edge of the couch and writhing in pain and sobbing.

"Spike! Oh god, my water broke and I didn’t know where you were or when you’d get back and it huuuuuuurrrrrts and I’m not gonna make it to the hospital and what if something happens and…"

"Shhhhhhh…" was all he simply said to her. Running to the bathroom, he grabbed a handful of towels and some blankets from the bedroom. Throwing them on the floor, he ran back and retrieved several pillows and placed them behind Buffy’s back. "It’s ok luv, we’ll do this together. You’ll be fine. Wait and see. I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?"

"Mmm-hmm," she cried as he began to position her on the couch, removing her pants and underwear. Already he could see the head of his unborn baby crowning and he stroked the tuft of hair.

"Are you ready luv? This is it! I can see the baby. All you have to do is let Mother Nature take over and push. Can you do that for me sweetheart?" His voice guided her softly, yet with firm direction and she obeyed.

Minutes later a tiny head emerged from her and Spike cleaned out the nostrils and mouth with expert care. Hell, he’d watched enough baby shows while Buffy slept to know how to deliver a baby. As long as there were no complications, they would be just fine.
 



TBC...

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