Spiritgasms
 Parts 4-5


Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: Spike has left this world, but hasn't passed on to the next. He's given a chance to return, due to his unselfish saving of the world. He's not interested, until he hears Buffy say something that changes his mind.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Dedication: To the "Opulent" Cindi, who suggested the idea and promised me candy if I wrote it.
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Part Four...


~~~~~

" You could be the devil in my head
You could be the angel in my bed
You could be the voices that I hear
I'm singing along
Because it sounds just like you're near..."

~~~~~

Spike sat on the end of Buffy's bed as she toweled herself off and slipped on her nightgown.

Smiling again like an idiot, his eyes moved up and down her small frame. She had donned his absolute favorite piece of sleepwear. Made of pink silk, it had thin ribbon straps and fell to just above her knees. The low neckline gave him a very nice view of her cleavage whenever she leaned over.

"God, I could almost swear you know that I'm here, luv. You chose that lavender bath oil and now that nightgown. You know how much I love that on you."

Buffy sat down in the small armchair by the window and pulled the clips out of her hair. Spike watched in complete delight as her honey blonde hair tumbled down her back. Soft, wispy curls created by the steamy bathroom framed her pretty face.

As she brushed her hair, she stared out the window that was opened just enough to let in the cool night breeze.

He could smell the scent of the ocean's clean, salty air as it drifted through the room.

When he glanced back at Buffy, he saw that she was finished with her hair, and was looking up at the stars. Her sweet face looked sad, and it made his heart ache to see it, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that he would be back with her soon, and would do everything in his power to make sure she was never sad like that again.

"Come to bed, baby," he said softly.

With a deep sigh, Buffy stood up and turned out the lamp on her nightstand, then pulled back the blankets and crawled in beneath them.

He waited until she'd settled herself for sleep, then moved up beside her.

"Buffy," he whispered. "I love you, baby. I'm trying like hell to get back to you. But...if I can't manage it, please remember how much I love you, and don't be too sad. I know you loved me, too."

She turned on her side, cuddling her pillow.

Spike couldn't hold back a smile. She slept the way a child sleeps, on her stomach, with one leg pulled up. The only difference was that she had her arms wrapped around a pillow and not a teddy bear.

He took a quick look around the room, and saw that she hadn't been able to salvage most of her things from the house in Sunnydale. He recognized a few items, some pictures and little knick-knacks that she'd accumulated over the years. He could see her photo albums stacked up on a shelf next to her high school yearbook.

There wasn't much else from her childhood. This was the bedroom of a grown woman, whereas her old room had still retained the look and feel of a little girl's, and then of the teenager she had been when he'd first known her.

There were no rock star posters on these walls. Instead, she had hung framed prints by a few painters he recognized.

The mirror over her vanity table was no longer cluttered with snapshots and souveniers of high school dances and football games.

All that remained of her myriad collection of stuffed animals was her little pig. He was glad to see it had been rescued from whatever fate had befallen his compatriots. "Well, well....Mr. Gordo. I see you caught the last bus out of town. You been taking good care of our best girl?"

He started when Buffy suddenly turned her head sharply in his direction. Rolling over in bed, she sat up and stuck her finger in her ear, then wiggled it the way someone does when they've just climbed out of a swimming pool.

"Lie down, sweetie," he said softly.

Without a moment's hesitation, she did as he told her.

Spike grinned hugely. If only she would keep up this blind obedience once he was properly able to take advantage of it..and her.

It would be a lot of fun for a while. But he loved Buffy's spirit and sass, and the challenge she always presented him with. Even after they had begun their physical relationship, this little girl could play hard-toget with the best of them when it suited her to, and he'd always found it wildly exciting when she did.

Sometimes she would present him with a cold shoulder and a distant attitude. Other times, she would literally BE hard to get, running from him like the devil was on her heels, laughing and taunting him to try and catch her. They had spent more than one pleasant interlude rolling in the wet grass of some park he'd pursued her through.

Just the memory of those times was making him achingly hard once again.

Lying beside him, Buffy sighed restlessly. She kicked the covers off as though she was unbearably hot beneath them.

"Maybe" Spike whispered, leaning closer, "you should take off your nightgown and sleep naked. The way we used to...remember, luv? We never put on anything when we slept. We didn't want it to get in the way if one of us woke up and wanted to make love."

Buffy had always been sweetly accomodating when that happened to him. It was as though she knew that he couldn't help it, that sometimes he would wake up with an urgent need to be buried deeply inside of her.

Most girls would throw a bitch fit if a fella interrupted their sleep, would call him selfish and demanding for feeling as though he might as well just pack it all in if he couldn't make love right then and there to the woman he couldn't exist without.

But, as difficult as Buffy could certainly be, she never turned him down when he absolutely could not stand to go another instant without the sweet promise of her body lying beneath his.

He remembered one time he had woken her up very early in the morning. She had been exhausted from a productive patrol the night before, and hadn't even been totally awake when he'd moved on top of her.

She'd warned him that she was too sleepy to participate in the fun and games, but he had slipped inside of her and began thrusting anyway, explaining that it was all right..that she didn't have to do a thing..because, every once in a while, there was nothing better than a good, old-fashioned, one-sided Victorian fuck.

"Come on, luv...take it off. You know you want to," he urged her. "Pretend I'm beside you, begging you." He chuckled softly. "You loved to make me beg, didn't you? Satisfied that little dominatrix streak of yours. And it worked, too. All you had to was wiggle that shapely little arse and I was on my knees."

~~~~~

"Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every way..."

~~~~~

"Take your gown off, darling. I want to see you naked again."

Buffy thrashed around on the bed, as though searching for a comfortable spot to sleep in, then sat up.

"Too damn hot in here," she mumbled, whipping the pink silk off and tossing it on the floor.

Flopping back down on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. "Go to sleep," she commanded herself, then closed her eyes.

"Not yet, luv," Spike said. Deciding to experiment a little, he extended one hand and touched her arm with the tip of his index finger.

The sensation raced through him. He could feel it. Light and fragile though it was, he had made some kind of contact.

Spike could tell by the way Buffy caught her breath that she had felt something as well.

"Buffy...spread your legs. Spread them wide apart. I want to try something."

Sighing deeply, she complied. Her eyes were closed, and her arms slipped underneath her pillow.

He moved down on the bed, and into the space between her parted thighs. Gazing down at her, he licked his lips.

There it was...his own paradise on earth. The sweetest piece of female flesh he'd ever tasted.

She was as pretty down there as she was everywhere else. Her thighs were lightly tanned, and her sex was adorned with neatly trimmed, light brown curls. When she was aroused, those curls glistened with the moisture her healthy young body provided.

Lowering his head, he trailed his tongue down her cleft, then waited for her reaction.

Although her eyes were still closed, he could tell by the way she tensed up that she had, on some level, felt what he had just done.

After a moment, her head lolled to one side and her lips parted. He saw her little pink tongue creep out and moisten those lips, then she took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"Again," she whispered on a sigh.

Smiling, he dipped his head back down and licked her from bottom to top, ending with a gentle suck at her clit.

Surely she would know what was happening. He had always begun going down on her that way.

He waited, and she lifted her hips ever so slightly.

"Spike," she whimpered. "Please...."

"Yes, baby. Anything for you," he promised, then sank back down, licking and sucking, eating her until she was panting.

"Come on, baby," he said, stopping briefly. "Do it. I want to taste that cream. I'm so fucking hungry for it..."

When he went back down, he was delighted to find that he could exert a little more pressure, and that he was beginning to taste her. It was just the tiniest amount...like faintly flavored water...but it was there.

Her breathing escalated and he knew she was close. Hoping like hell that it would cooperate, he stiffened his tongue and pushed it up into her as deeply as he could force it to go.

"Ahh...oh...oh, God," Buffy moaned. Her hips began rising and falling as he swept his tongue around and around her pussy.

She came when he moved back to her clit and lashed it roughly with his tongue. Her taste was stronger now, and he licked her hard, shaking his head just a little for some vibration.

When it was over, Buffy went limp on the bed and panted for air.

"Oh, God...what the hell IS that?" she whined.

Spike grinned. "It's me, baby. I'm on my way back to you. Gonna make my girl feel soooo good just as soon as I can."

He climbed off the bed and walked through the bedroom wall and onto a small brick terrace.

Scanning the midnight blue sky, he placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth and released a piercing whistle.

"SANDY?" he called out. "How's about a progress report, huh?"

He waited, but all he heard was the sound of waves hitting the rock formations, slithering in and back out of the little caves and grottos.

"Ah, come on, Sandy," he groaned. "I'm going nuts down here. If I can't touch her properly real damn soon...I'll...well, I won't be responsible for whatever happens," he added as a warning.

"Don't you threaten ME, you unregenerate hooligan," Melisande said sharply.

Spike laughed. "Ooohh...got your big words on today, Tinkerbell. I'd best be worried, eh?"

She was silent for a moment. "How would you like me to disconnect you and just leave you there the way you are?" she asked.

"No...no, I wouldn't like that one bit," he said quickly.

"Well, for someone who wouldn't like it," she informed him, "you sure are begging for it."

"I'm sorry," he said winningly. "I'll be good, I promise."

He heard a disbelieving snort. "What do you want now?" she asked.

"I just wondered how the repairs are going, luv. You any closer to fixing the portal?"

Melisande sighed. "I have good news and bad news," she reported. "What do you want first?"

Spike slapped one hand to his forehead. He hated hearing things like that. The good news was never really all that much better than the bad news.

"The good news," he said wearily.

"We found Peter."

"And the bad?"

"We lost him again."

"WHAT?" Spike shouted. "HOW?"

"Oh, we didn't actually LOSE him, as in we can't find him," Sandy explained confusingly. "It's just that he's...well..."

"He's drunk!" Spike snapped. "Again!"

"He got into the sacramental wine with Paul and Luke. You know how they get."

"Yes! I know how they get!" Spike was almost livid with frustration. "They're a bunch of old fools who spend all their time with their snoots in a wine jug, bragging about their glory days with the big boss." He waved his hands in irritated disgust. "Fine way to behave in front of...."

"Speaks the sober and abstemious young thug who painted the front gates red and hung a sign saying "Spike's Place...we specialize in the seven deadly sins," she replied dryly.

Spike rolled his eyes. He'd always known that little stunt would come back and bite him in the ass someday. "Hey!" he said, pointing one finger. "I apologized for that...AND...I repainted those gates the very next day, even though I had the worst fucking hangover of my life."

"All right," Sandy said reasonably. "What about the time you convinced Michael and Raphael to go back to the year 1880 and visit an establishment known as "Madam Claire's" in order to, and I quote, "Get their ya-ya's out and lose their buggering innocence once and for all."

"What?" he asked, shrugging. "It was just a pub."

"It was a brothel!"

Spike couldn't help it. He snickered. "Yeah," he said, remembering his own exploits there. "It was a hell of a good one, too," he mused fondly.

"Indeed?" she inquired frostily. "And you know this because...?"

He ducked his head. "Never mind," he muttered, then said, "But, anyway...it's not like anything bad happened."

"Because Gabriel got there in time to stop you!" Sandy said loudly. "You three were so inebriated you could barely stand up. Goodness only knows WHAT could have happened."

"Oh, come on, luv." He tried to placate her. "The WORST thing that could have happened was they'd have gotten shagged. Ain't hardly the end of the world now, is it?"

Melisande sighed once again. "Must I remind you that they are ARCHANGELS? Their STRENGTH..is IN..their PURITY!" she said deliberately.

"Well, yeah but I...."

"And don't even get me started on the time you taught the Heavenly Choir that dreadful song."

"Hey!" he said defensively. "That song happens to be a classic little piece of music, I'll have you know."

"SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL?" she squealed, hurting his ears. "Do you honestly think THAT is the type of song that...certain someones..want to hear?"

"I just..."

"You corrupted the Heavenly Choir!" she shouted him down. "If there is ANYONE with no stones left to throw when it comes to the subject of intemperate behavior, that individual would be YOU!"

Spike was sorry he'd ever brought the subject up in the first place. "So, what's the story on Peter?" he asked, hoping to smooth her ruffled white feathers.

"Peter," she replied tartly, "is quite happily asleep in a rowboat in the middle of the lake."

"He went fishing?"

"He went fishing."

Spike closed his eyes and massaged his temples, as if he were trying to soothe a monstrous headache.

"Can somebody go and get him? Please?"

"We're working on it," Sandy said. "I'll get back to you, so just...behave yourself."

He sank down onto a small stone bench to wait, but then began to cast his eyes longingly towards the french doors leading to Buffy's bedroom.

A slow smile began to form on his face.

"Well...looks like I won't be going anywhere just now, anyway."

He stood up and stepped back through the doors. There was an infinitesimal amount of resistance this time, which had to mean that he was starting to become more solid.

"About fucking time," he muttered.

~~~~~

"I could be the drug you can't resist
I could be the antidote you missed
I could be the love you hate to fear
You're filling the hole inside your heart
With feeling near to me...

Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every way

Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground, I have to say
You're so beautiful
So beautiful today..."

~~~~~






Part Five...


~~~~~

"If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one?


And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes..."

~~~~~

Buffy lay sprawled out on the bed, a perfect picture of ravaged sensuality, with touseled hair and flushed skin wearing only a light sheen of perspiration.

On her face, was the smile of a woman calming in the afterglow of a satisfactory romp between the sheets.

Spike remembered that particular smile quite well. It was one of his favorites, although she had many different versions of it.

When she was happy, it showed on her face in a knock-out smile that made her seem incandescent. Her small teeth showed a dazzling display of perfect dentition, and her grass green eyes sparkled with good humor.

The victorious grin she sported after winning a well fought battle was another one he was quite fond of. The fire in her eyes was a dangerous gleam at those times. With her lips slightly parted and her cheeks flushed with exertion, his little warrior princess was a breathtaking sight.

But the smile she was wearing now was the one that could drive him to his knees. The moist curve of her lips, along with the sleepy and unfocused look in her eyes, was a lethal combination that could make him half mad with the desire to take her again and again.

It was the memory of that smile that he had taken with him on the night he had left her to try and find some remnant of the man he had once been...the man that she deserved.

He sat down on the bed carefully, then moved close to her and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Buffy."

Her head turned, and she seemed to be looking right at him. She lifted one hand and reached out with it, but it moved through him and neither of them felt her tender touch.

Sighing, he rolled onto his back beside her. "I'm sorry for what I said...you know...that last time we were together. And I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I..I just thought you were trying to be..I dunno..kind to someone who was about to...to die. Permanently."

Buffy sat up and pushed her messy hair out of her eyes. She turned and stared out the window, listening to the sound of the surf meeting the shore.

Spike watched her, wondering what she was thinking.

"But, listen baby," he added, sitting up as well. "I'm coming back to you. You don't have to be sad anymore, luv. And if you say it...WHEN you say it again...I'll believe you...and I'll say it back. Swear to God I will."

She shivered slightly, even though it was a warm night.

"I just hope you're glad to see me." Spike chuckled. "Because the place I was at...I don't think they'll let me back in again. Soul or no soul. I..well I got into a few scrapes when I was there." He smiled fondly at the memory. "You know me, luv. If there's a bit of hell to be raised, I'll raise it. Even in Heaven."

Wrapping the top sheet around her, Buffy climbed out of her bed and moved to the french doors. She threw them open wide and looked up at the stars.

Spike followed her. "I got so much to tell you, Buffy, about where I was. F'rinstance...do you know that every one of those stars up there has a name? And I don't mean the names that people gave them. I'm talking about the names they were given when they were created."

He stepped up directly behind her. "Melisande..she's my guide. I told you about her, remember? Anyway, she told me that no one knows their names..except for the big noise up there, of course. The names are all written down in a book they've got, and every time a new one is born, they add the name to the book. So, you can imagine how big the frigging thing is."

Buffy smiled as if she'd heard him.

Spike's voice dropped to a lower register. "I shouldn't be telling you this," he said, "but I learned a secret about Heaven. It's..."

"What did I tell you about blabbing secrets? Are you TRYING to get the rug pulled out from under you?"

Briefly startled at Melisande's voice, he recovered quickly. "Sandy? Give me some good news, luv."

"Well...."

"Did you find Peter?" he asked, stepping out on the terrace.

"I was just..."

"Is he fixing the portal?"

"I'm trying to ..."

"Tell him to move his bloody arse, will you? Nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel and all that."

"If you don't stop interrupting me, I will glue your mouth shut," she warned. "Now LISTEN to me. The portal is fixed, but..."

"But, what?" He scowled fiercely. "But, WHAT?"

"Well, we seem to have...misplaced...the key."

Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You..you've lost it? YOU'VE LOST THE FUCKING KEY?" He threw his hands up in frustration. "That's just perfect... just bloody wonderful! What kind of a fly by night operation are you running up there?"

"Lower your voice."

"Fuck my voice! What the hell is wrong with you people? What..you can remember the name of every star in the sky but you can't remember where you left your keys?"

Melisande waited out his tantrum with surprisingly good patience. "You know...you're on very thin ice, and you're jumping up and down on it."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Fucking story of my fucking life, Tinkerbell," he growled.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," she replied. "Now go back in there with your girlfriend. It won't be much longer."

An unseen hand on his back shoved him through the doors and back into Buffy's bedroom.

She was still standing by the door, still searching the skies for something.

"Spike," she said softly, instantly riveting his attention on her. "Are you up there someplace?"

"No, baby...I'm right here. I'm with you." He stood close to her and took in the scent of her hair. "Can't you feel me, luv? I'm so close, I can feel the warmth of your body."

He was shocked to see a tear trace slowly down her cheek. "No, don't cry," he pleaded. "It won't be much longer now. Sandy promised."

"Spike...if you can hear me," Buffy murmured, wiping her cheek against the back of her hand. "I want you to know that I meant what I said. I love you. I've loved you for so long that I'm not..really sure when it started, but...but I'd give anything to have another chance to tell you."

"You'll get that chance, baby," he vowed. "We both will."

~~~~~

"Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them
Never were revealed

So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance
To tell her how I feel..."

~~~~~

She pulled the french doors closed and crawled back into bed. The sheet she had draped herself in fell away, leaving her beautifully naked.

Automatically, as he had done so many times in the past, he undressed and slipped into bed beside her.

"Lie down on your back, luv."

When she did as he asked, he placed one hand lightly on her stomach. He could feel her soft skin beneath his touch, and he smiled when he heard her inhale sharply.

Without another thought, he moved his hand up to her breasts and fondled them, rubbing his thumb firmly over her hard nipples.

"Oh, God..." he heard her moan. "Spike...."

"Yes, baby. I'm here," he said. "I'm touching you. You feel it, don't you?"

"Please....oh, please..."

He smiled as she arched her back, seeking a firmer touch. Slightly amazed that it was actually working, he tightened his fingers around her soft flesh and squeezed gently.

"Buffy...I can feel you more and more." Leaning over, he slid his tongue around and around her nipples, making her gasp and pant, and dig her nails into the mattress.

"I've missed the way you taste, luv," he whispered.

Looking up at her, he could see that her eyes were open and she looked dazed. Closing his mouth around her nipple, he sucked it firmly.

When he moved one hand down between her thighs, she opened them without being told to. His fingers quickly found the place of her greatest sensitivity and rubbed it.

Buffy's head thrashed on the pillow, as he probed her deeply, sliding his finger in and out of her. A flow of wetness made his hand slick as he caressed her.

"Spike..." Her voice was frantic. "I need you....I need you.."

Her words unraveled all of his self control. Without pausing to think, he moved between her splayed legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness.

When he was settled in the right spot, he began to push himself inside of her.

"Fuck," he moaned. "It's working...it's bloody working."

He pulled out, careful not to leave her body entirely, then slid his length back in, groaning at the exquisite sensation of being inside her again, something he had never expected to happen.

She drew her knees up until her feet were flat on the bed. Lifting her hips, she met his thrusts boldly. "More," she whimpered. "Harder..."

He obliged her. His body was definitely becoming more solid with each thrust.

"Buffy," he moaned in her ear. "I love you...I love you."

"S..Spike?"

He opened his eyes and found her staring at him. She looked confused and he wondered if she could really see him as well as feel him. "I'm here, luv. I'm right here."

His hips moved faster, pounding into her like a machine.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he whispered, over and over again. "Yes, baby...that's it...ahh...that's my girl."

The pleasure was unbelievable, and he couldn't help remembering the time when their roles had been reversed, when she had been the unseen one and he had lain on top of her, thrusting slowly.

He was so involved with what he was doing that he didn't notice it when Melisande materialized next to the bed.

"Good news!" she said brightly. "I found the....oh!" She whipped around, turning her back on the lovers. "Well, this is embarrassing," she muttered.

She counted silently to sixty, but there was no sign that anything was about to end, so she walked out onto the terrace.

"Umm...I was wondering," she said, looking skyward. "Do we need to have him come all the way back there for this?....It just seems like an awful lot of trouble and they're kind of busy.....Yes, Sir..I know he's been a pain in the neck.....Who knows that better than me?....Okay, YOU do, but.....Well, he's tried.....I know, but he can't really help it.....Yes, but what real harm did it do?......Besides that, I mean.....I know, but.....Yes, that's true, but you don't.....I guess so, but I......Okay, if you won't do it for him, then do it for her.....Well, YOU'RE the one who chose her.....Please, sir.....In almost five thousand years, I've never asked you for anything personal......Thank you.....Yes......I'm on my way......"

She crept quietly back to the door and listened. It didn't sound like they were anywhere near done.

"Okay, pal," she said. "It's up to you now. Don't screw it up....and if you need me, you know where I am."

Smiling, she blew them both a kiss and disappeared.

~~~~~

"If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one?

And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes...."

~~~~~

He could feel her wrapping her legs around his waist, sinking her nails into his back.

Propping himself on his forearms, he moved his hips from side to side, changing the angle of his penetration and savoring the sound of pleasure she made.

His head tilted and he closed his eyes tightly, concentrating. "Baby....yes....oh, yes....feels so good...so right.....a little harder, honey....that's it....do it....fuck me, back.....yeah....yeah....."

Below him, Buffy pushed her lower body up hard, wanting him to slam into her with all of his strength.

"I love you," she panted. "Spike....I love you. Oh, God, I do....I really do....please....please, believe me...."

"I do, baby....I love you, too....I love you....and I'm....oh, Buffy....I'm gonna come....I'm sorry, it's just....been so long....I can't.....I can't wait anymore....I.....oh, fuck...oh, yeah.....can you feel it?.....I'm coming in you, baby....you come, too.....please, baby.....come with me......I need it....."

Three more hard thrusts took him over the edge, and he held tightly to her, bringing her with him.

When it was over, he collapsed in her arms.

"Spike?" she whispered after a moment. "Is this real?"

With a huge effort, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Yes," he said. "I think it is."

Although he wasn't sure exactly what had happened, he was positive that Sandy must have had a hand in it somewhere.

Buffy placed her hands on either side of his face, checking for the feel of solid bone and muscle beneath her fingertips.

"You're....you're really here? You're back?" Tears began to form in her eyes. "How?"

Spike shook his head, unsure of just how he could ex- plain. "It's....kind of a long story. I..."

But she shook her head. "Never mind," she said, clutching at him. "I don't care how...as long as you're really here."

He lowered his head, and their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, he smiled at her. "Did that feel real to you?"

"Yes," she nodded, returning his smile. "Very real."

The tears that had been shining in her eyes were gone. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but the only thing of any real importance was very simply put. "I love you, Buffy."

"I love you, too," she said, leaning hard on the words. "I really do!"

"I know you do, baby." He sighed and hugged her. "I know you do."

~~~~~

"So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes....."

~~~~~



ONE YEAR LATER.....

"It was a nice wedding, wasn't it?"

Melisande removed her hat and tossed it onto a chair, then looked up and smiled.

"Thank you for seeing me so quickly. I know how busy things are." She took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you a favor.....Yes, it's about him again.....I know, but he's been doing so well.....I know you did, and I'm sure they appreciated the warm weather.....Outdoor weddings can be tricky this time of year.....Yes, all the extra starlight was lovely.....the full moon was a bit of a shock.....yes, but twice in one month?......They're going nuts down there trying to figure it out.......I don't know if.....Oh, yes, sorry. I don't mean to stall.....Yes, sir......Do you think a small miracle could be arranged?.......Well, it's like this......"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

EIGHT WEEKS LATER....



Spike looked at Buffy, then down at the piece of plastic in his hand, then back at Buffy, grinning from ear to ear.

"Pregnant?!"





THE END


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