Summary:After Spike leaves (post attempted-rape in Seeing Red) Buffy finds she's pregnant. How will she cope without Spike? How did it happen? Where is the father? And when is he coming back? Must have a happy ending.
Didn’t say I had to follow the way the episodes were after the rape so I changed it. Tara never died. Buffy caught the trio trying to rob a bank and they fight. The police show up and haul them off to jail on tons of charges. They won’t get paroled for a long, long time. Thus ending the trio. Tee hee!
Very much thanks to Spikeskat, MizzFoxyFreak and BittenandStaked for their help. Love all you girlies!! =)
Date Added: Dec 2004
Love Remember Me
Chapter 6
Buffy walked Spike back towards a picnic table, her lips never leaving his. Spike allowed himself to be pushed along. The back of his thighs hit the edge of the table and he sat down, pulling Buffy against him. She was in between his legs as they dangled above the grass. Buffy pressed herself against him, her hands winding up his back to his neck, pressing him closer still.
Spike broke their kiss and pressed his lips to her chin and moved down to her neck. Buffy’s head fell back as his tongue traced the beating of her jugular. She groaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his tongue. Spike placed his hand on the small of her back to hold her up while his other hand went to her hip. Buffy was at Spike’s mercy as his hands and mouth moved over her.
Their lips met again and they both sighed, the contact pure bliss. Buffy wanted desperately to feel his skin and tugged the offending black leather of his duster down his shoulders. Spike shrugged out of it and let it fall on the steel table. Buffy gripped the black material of his shirt in her hands as Spike’s tongue began to dance within the hot cave of her mouth.
He broke their kiss and looked at her, his eyes full of lust of apprehension.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked hesitantly.
“More then anything in the world,” she replied tugging his mouth down to her own.
She was glad she had worn her white button-down shirt as Spike’s fingers starting undoing all the buttons carefully. Her skin and bra covered breasts were slowly exposed to his wide eyes. He pressed his face to her chest and breathed in her soft vanilla scent before kissing the valley in between her breasts. Buffy moaned and grasped his head, her fingers running through the well jelled locks of his hair.
“So bloody perfect,” he murmured as his cool mouth closed over her material covered nipple. Buffy arched her back, her breasts pressing against his face. He rolled the hardened peak between his teeth causing multiple gasps from Buffy. He moved his hands around her back, tugging her shirt off and unclasping her bra at the same time.
Her hot flesh tingled as it was exposed to the cool night air. Spike’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, bathing them both in lavish attention. Buffy desperately wanted to touch him, feel his cool, bare skin beneath her fingertips. She gripped the t-shirt in her hands and pulled it over his head. She smirked as her hot little hands moved over her vampire’s cool chest. His nipples already hardened as she flicked them with her well-manicured nails.
Buffy pushed his head back from her breasts and moved her mouth down his neck. She bit his neck with her blunt, human teeth and continued downward, her tongue swirling in circles around his pectorals. Buffy’s hands moved as if they were drawn by a magnetic force towards his black jeans. She caressed the hard outline of his cock through the tight material, eliciting a moan from the vampire.
Spike’s hips jumped as Buffy squeezed him through his jeans. She unbuttoned the fly and slipped to her knees in front of him. She smirked at him as she lowered her hot mouth on his engorged flesh. Spike’s head fell back, his mouth formed in a little “o,” his hands tangled in Buffy’s blond hair. Buffy licked around his swollen head, her tongue diving into the slit before engulfing him in her mouth. Spike fought hard for control as Buffy continued her delicious torment. The feeling of her hot mouth around him clinging and grasping was almost his un-doing.
He gently pulled her off of him and picked her up, her skirt fell open as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt her sex hot and throbbing as she was pressed against him. Spike ran his hand up her thigh as he sat on top of the table again. He ran his hand to the apex of her thighs and touched her through her soaked panties. He pulled them to the side and slid a finger along her sopping cleft. Buffy shuddered against his hand, her mouth finding his once again. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as his fingers worked their magic on her pussy. He located the throbbing bundle of nerves and rubbed small circles on it with his thumb.
“Oh… God,” Buffy moaned against Spike’s mouth. “Need you. Need you now.”
Spike wanted desperately to take his time, to make this moment last forever, but upon hearing the urgency in her voice, he found he could not wait a moment longer. He ripped the small scrap that some crazy fool happened to call panties from her body and positioned himself at her opening. Spike broke their kiss and glanced at her.
“Buffy, open your eyes. Look at me,” he demanded as he started to slide his length inside her warmth. Their eyes held as he filled her to the hilt, the head of his cock butting against her cervix. He held himself steady for several minutes, his body getting used to being inside her again, her body getting accommodated to his size and length.
Buffy clung to his shoulders, her nails leaving little half moon marks in his skin as he started to move within her.
“God… only you, Spike. Only you can make me feel this way,” Buffy moaned as he kissed her neck, his body moving with hers. Buffy tightened her legs around his waist and met his thrusts with her own. Buffy felt the urgency in their lovemaking, Spike was trying desperately to hold off but the mere touch of her gave him such pleasure.
Buffy felt the tell tale signs of her impending orgasm and her hands went to the back of Spike’s head. She threw her head to the side in a silent offering of her neck. Spike was reeling; Buffy had never offered him her blood before.
“Go ahead, Spike. I trust you. I love you,” she whispered, her eyes closed. Spike felt his features shift and his teeth grow long in his mouth. He kissed her neck tenderly, careful not to let his fangs cut her. He thrust harder, his body slapping against hers in the moonlight.
“Oh God… Buffy,” Spike growled as he bit her. Buffy screamed and came as soon as Spike bit her, the feeling beyond pleasure, it felt so good. Spike began to drink from her, small pulls of her blood filling his mouth before sliding down his throat. Every pull from his lips elicited another level in her orgasm as her body convulsed around his. Buffy pressed kisses to his neck, her pleasure so great that she bit him hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste of it suddenly filling her mouth. Spike growled around her neck in shock and pleasure as he felt her teeth sink into his flesh, right before he came, his cock shooting long ropes of cum deep inside her. He pulled his fangs out of her neck and licked his lips free of the few droplets of her blood left on his mouth.
“Mine.” He whispered softly as he licked the wound on her neck closed.
“Yours,” she replied as she continued to kiss the slight marks she had made when her teeth had sunk into his flesh.
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They held each other in the afterglow of their lovemaking until Buffy started to shiver from the cold. Reluctantly, they broke apart to get dressed. Buffy and Spike turned towards one another as soon as they finished, smiling as they ran into each other’s arms. They stood locked together for some time, just relishing the feel of being held by the other again. Buffy’s face was pressed against Spike’s chest, his chin resting on her head.
“I could stay like this forever,” Spike whispered into her hair.
“Me too,” Buffy agreed as she pulled back to look into his blue eyes. “But I have something to tell you.”
Spike raised his eyebrows and nodded at her.
“I have something to tell you, too.”
Buffy gestured for him to start but he shook his head no.
“I found out I was pregnant about 2 months after you had left Sunnydale. The baby is yours; I wasn’t and haven’t been with anyone since you. There was…is no question.” Buffy let go of Spike and sat down on the table. She looked up at him and motioned for him to sit as well. He didn’t say anything, just sat quietly and let her continue.
“I was really worried during the early months of my pregnancy, not knowing what I was carrying. Demon…vampire…” Buffy took a deep breath and turned to Spike. “I don’t know how it happened but we are parents of a perfectly normal baby girl. She isn’t part of a prophecy or some mystical force. She was meant to be ours.”
Spike heaved a sigh of relief and put his arm around her, pulling her flush against his side.
“I watched you the other night. I sat on your porch like a bleeding imbecile and watched as you and your daughter were playing. I had no idea she was mine until I found the picture you left in my crypt.” Spike reached into the pocket of his black duster and pulled out the photograph.
“She’s beautiful, Buffy,” Spike said as he showed her the picture.
“Wait until you meet her. She is perfect and so bright it scares me. She is also a lot like you.”
“Well, I kinda got that from the perfect part of your description.” Spike smirked at Buffy and raised his scarred eyebrow.
