Chapter 9: "Wake-up Call"(PG)

Spike awoke to the feel of something poking him in the chest. He opened his eyes to find the Slayer straddling him, the stake in her hand poised directly over his heart.

"Nice wake up call, pet. But I don't recall ordering...."

"If you tell anyone about what happened between us last night, I will kill you. No questions asked," she threatened, ignoring his sarcastic remark. "I mean it. If Angel or my friends find out, you will be a big pile of dust."

With that she stood and spun around to take the stairs up to the kitchen.

Spike sprung out of bed and followed her. He found her near the counter starting a pot of coffee.

"I want answers, Slayer."

Buffy didn't turn to face him. Instead she opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of blood. She ripped it open and poured it into a mug. Ever since Angel had started staying here she had gottenused to fixing his meal for him, so it didn't bother her.

"I know you have them," Spike told her, watching her stick the mug into the microwave to heat it. "If you don't start talking I will..."

"When Angel wakes up I'm going to call Willow and Giles," she informed him. "When they get here all questions will be answered."
She removed the heated blood from the microwave and shoved it at him.

"Drink up. You're going to need it."

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Buffy entered the room that Angel was staying in and walked over to the bed. It was dark and she couldn't see very well. She stumbled in the darkness and banged her toe on the nightstand.

"Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" Angel asked, already by her side. He had sensed her come in and when he heard her cry of pain immediately jumped out of bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

Angel helped her to the bed and they both sat down on the edge. Buffy leaned down to massage the throbbing pain coursing through her stubbed toe.

"I was already awake," he told her as she finished tending to her foot.

"Oh," Buffy mumbled. "Good morning then."

Angel laughed softly. "Morning. Did you sleep okay last night?"

BUffy nodded her head slowly, mentally pushing aside the events of last night.

"No more dreams?"

"Nope."

Angel studied her face and noticed the distant look in her eyes. She seemed bothered by something. She wasn't all there. He reached a hand up and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Then why the long face?"

Buffy sighed heavily. "Spike wants answers."

"What?"

"When I went downstairs last night he was in the kitchen. We started insulting each other and he noticed the scars. He recognized them as his own and freaked. Then he mentioned something about his dreams and how I knew what they meant. So, now he wants to know."

"Have you called Giles?"

"Not yet," Buffy answered standing up from the bed. "But I'm going to and he's going to explain everything."

"And you're going to tell Spike about the baby?"

Buffy stopped at the door. "No I'm not. I decided its best that he never know."

"Buffy."

"Get dressed. They'll be here soon," she said, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

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Giles and Willow both arrived an hour after being called. Buffy let them both in and told them to go into the den. Willow walked past the entrance and froze when she saw Spike casually sprawled across the couch.

"What's he doing here?" she whispered to Buffy.

Buffy shut the door and joined them at the entrance to the den. "He's here for answers."

Giles took Buffy by the arm and lead her away from the den. Willow followed.

"Buffy, I can understand why Spike would want answers, but I think the main question here is 'what is he doing here?'" Giles stated in a low voice.

Buffy inhaled deeply. "I can't tell you why he's here until I tell you why you're here," she said then glanced behind her to make sure Spike wasn't eavesdropping. "He wants to know what happened the last time he was in Sunnydale."

Giles removed his glasses and glanced down at the floor. "And I suppose Willow and I are the ones that are going to tell him."

Buffy smiled and shook her head.

Willow started to hyperventilate. "I'm not going to tell him. I can't tell him. Do I have to tell him?"

Buffy was about to answer her when Giles interrupted.

"How does he know something happened?"

"Well," she nervously started to nibble on her lip. "He's been having these dreams where he and I are....together."

"And you know this how?"

"I've been having the same ones."

Giles once again removed his glasses and pinched his nose. "Why haven't you bothered to tell me this before now?"

"I thought they would go away."

"Buffy, you know your Slayer dreams are important and cannot be ignored."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Excuse me Giles but I don't think dreaming of screwing Spike qualifies as an important Slayer dream."

"Any dream qualifies as important."

"Can I leave?" Willow asked.

Buffy and Giles stopped their heated debate and faced Willow.

"No, I need you both here to tell him."

"What exactly do you want us to tell him?"

"I just want you to explain the situation and how Willow did that spell."

"What!?" Willow cried. "If you tell him about the spell he'll get mad, and a mad Spike equals a dead Willow."

"Willow, Spike isn't going to hurt you," Buffy told her, hoping to calm her before she went into the den.

"So, basically you want us to tell him everything."

"Except the little bit about me being pregnant and it being his."

"Hey! Can we get this show on the road."

They all heard Spike shout from the den.

"Come on."

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Chapter 10: "Confessions"(PG-13)

All three walked into the den and scattered themselves around the room. Buffy took a seat on the armrest of the chair Angel was sitting in. Willow seated herself in the chair at the little oak desk near the wall and Giles decided to remain standing.

Giles cleared his throat. "So, Spike you have some questions for us."

Spike slouched back and propped his legs up on the coffee table. "Yep, and I hear you lot have the answers to 'em."

Giles removed his glasses. "Right. Well, before we begin Spike, I want to make a few things known."

Spike let his head fall back and groaned. "Slayer, tell your watcher that I don't have time for this."

Buffy, who was busy leaning into Angel's embrace, rolled her eyes and looked at Giles.

"Giles, I'm sorry Spike is being a jackass."

Spike was the one who rolled his eyes this time.

"But, the sooner we finish this then the quicker we can leave and get away from him."

"Yes, you are right about that." Giles agreed, placing his glasses back on. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we."

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An uncomfortable hour had passed with Willow explaining haltingly what she had done while Giles had broken in as the voice of reason and decorum to take over when Willow had been at a loss.

"So that explains the dreams," Spike whispered, still letting everything he'd just been told sink in. He had been with the Slayer. He had touched her and felt her intimately. That was why the dreams seemed so real. Because it had all really happened. He glanced over at Angel and a huge grin formed. "I shagged the poofter's girl. Amazing! Was I good enough for you, Slayer?" he asked aloud as his eyes landed on Buffy.

Buffy stood abruptly. "Spike! We didn't tell you this so you could gloat to Angel. And as far as you being good, I don't remember," she finished before mumbling. "Thank god."

"Even with the dreams you don't remember?" Spike continued "Cause I can recall a lot from my dreams. The way you felt. The way you tasted. The way...."

"Spike!" Angel hollered.

Buffy stood there frozen, unable to move. Her heart rate had jumped when Spike started describing his dreams. He was right. The dreams were vivid and realistic. But, she would never let him know that or how they got to her.
Taking her eyes off Spike she finally returned to Angel's side and sat back down.

Spike had noticed Buffy's eyes cloud and her face tense. If he didn't know any better he could swear she was thinking about her dreams. He had managed to hit a nerve and spark something in her. He smiled inside thinking about all the ways he could use this weakness to his advantage.

"Lets just focus on the dreams and what's in them, and not on what you both felt or did," Giles suggested, sensing the tension rising in the room. "I'm curious to know if you two are dreaming the same thing."

"I am so not talking about my dreams," Buffy protested, standing up again and leaving the room.

Willow got up and followed her. Leaving Angel, Giles and Spike alone.

Spike was the first to break the silence that had settled. "Well, I'm not embarassed to talk about 'em."

Giles looked over at Angel and shrugged. "Okay, Spike, how do they usually begin?"

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"Buffy it's okay. You don't have to talk about them," Willow counseled her best friend as best she could.

It had been a few minutes since they had left the den and Buffy hadn't uttered a single word. Both of them lifted their heads when they heard someone come into the kitchen.

"Giles needs to ask you some questions, Buffy," Angel told them.

"What?" she asked in shock. "I thought I told you guys I wasn't talking about anything."

"You only have to answer yes or no," Angel explained, coming up to the counter they were seated at. "Buffy, if you want to get to the bottom of this you're going to have to cooperate."

"There's nothing to get to the bottom of," Buffy yelled.

"Buffy," Angel growled softly.

Buffy glared at him, daring him to get mad at her.

Seeing the look in her friend's eyes, Willow decided to step in and try.

"Buffy, I think what Angel is trying to say is that this baby didn't just happen. You know Spike can't just have one because he's.....he's dead. So, there has to be a reason behind it."

Buffy looked from Willow to Angel, debating whether to run upstairs into her room and lock the door or trust in them. Finally she decided on the latter. "Alright," she said reluctantly. "But, only yes or no. I'm not going into details."

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Buffy entered the den first and spotted Spike standing alone on the other side of the room. He didn't bother to look up when they came in, which made her wonder if something had occured. Giles was sitting on the couch where Spike had been, and he too didn't look up at them. Buffy narrowed her eyes finding it odd that they both seemed disturbed by something. She glanced at Spike again and this time he looked up. A shiver traveled up her spine when she saw his eyes. They were dark and unnerving. She quickly looked away.

"Giles what's going on?" she inquired nervously.

Giles moved over a little and patted the cushion next to him. "Why don't you sit down Buffy."

Buffy sat down and waited.

"Um, I know you don't want to talk about the....the dreams you've been having. But, I do need to clear up some things."

"Right, that's what Angel told me, but I don't see why.....?"

"Is Spike the only one in your dream?" Giles asked, not letting her finish her own question.

"What do you mean the only one?"

"Are you and him alone?"

"Yes."

"Are you two in the Factory?"

"Yes."

"Does he bite you?"

Buffy reached up and touched the scars on her neck. "Yes."

"Has there been anyplace else beside the Factory?"

"Yes."

"The Bronze?"

Buffy swallowed hard. "Yes."

"And you haven't noticed anyone out of the ordinary?"

"No." Buffy answered, then looked up at Angel. "Angel, what's going on?"

"He knows." Angel answered flatly.

Buffy stole a glance at Spike. He was still standing as far away as possible, but now he was turned and looking directly at her.

"I don't understand."

"The baby, Slayer," Spike hissed.

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Chapter 11: "Our Baby"(PG-13)

Buffy's eyes went wide. "How do you...?" she started to ask Spike, then glanced accusingly at Giles and Angel. "You told him."

"No we didn't, Buffy." Giles spoke calmly, his eyes focused on the floor in front of him.

"Then how does he know?"

"Dru." Spike answered moving out of his corner further into the room. "In my dreams."

"It seems that Spike's dreams have been very detailed." Giles explained. "Mors so than your dreams I assume."

"What is she doing in the dream?" Buffy asked nervously already worried for the life inside of her. If Spike's dreams were anything like hers in showing the future, then they had problems.

"Apparently Dru appears carrying a child..."

"Oi, Watcher!" Spike cried out. "Its my dream innit? Let me describe it."

Giles rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Spike. Please indulge us." he stated sarcastically.

"Dru appeared in my dream holding a baby." Spike began. "She kept saying it was mine and asking me if she could keep it," he laughed softly recalling how crazy the dream seemed at the time. "Of course it being Dru, I thought she had officially falling off her rocker. I told her we didn't turn baby's for a reason. She just smiled and said little birdies sang to her and told her the baby was the answer to everything," he stopped smiling and closed his eyes. "Then she would disappear and thats when you and I," he finished opening his eyes and looking at Buffy. "We would be in the Factory."

Buffy stared at Spike letting everything he just told her sink in. She faced Giles.

"Why does Dru have my baby?"

"Our baby." Spike corrected.

Buffy jumped to her feet and moved in front of Spike. She glared at him.

"As far as I'm concerned this baby is mine and you will have nothing to do with it," she ground out between clenched teeth. "You or you crazy ex."

Spike stepped closer to her until their faces were only inches apart. "You think I wanted this to happen? You think I want to go around being known as the vampire who knocked up the Slayer? As far as I'm concerned you disgust me, I hate you. I hate you for what you've done to me."

"What I've done to you?!" Buffy yelled in astonishment.

"You ruined me as the Big Bad. And, its all because you couldn't keep your dimpled knees closed."

Buffy punched Spike as hard as she could. He went flying across the room into the wall behind him. Everyone in the room watched as Spike got his bearing's and stood. He growled and lunged for Buffy, but Angel grabbed him.

"I could kill you!" Buffy threatened.

Spike pushed Angel off of him. " Dont bother. When the sun sets I'm gone."

"Good riddance."

Spike pointed at Buffy. "You better watch it Slayer. We're still mortal enemies, always will be."

"Oh you're scaring me."

Spike and Buffy continued to spar. Angel tried to interfere but Buffy only started yelling at him too.

"Enough!" Giles shouted.

All three stopped shouting and turned to look at Giles.

"Spike you aren't going anywhere."

"What?"

"Until we figure out why this is happening you will remain in Sunnydale and you will stay with Buffy."

"Giles." Buffy protested.

"If Spike's dreams are any indication of what's to come we will need him."

"For what?"

"Well, if his dreams are becoming more and more prominent like yours, then he may have answers for us."

Spike scoffed. "Like I'd tell you lot."

"You will tell us Spike or we will kill you." Giles warned.

Without saying another word Spike left the room and went down to the basement.

"So, now that Spike knows do you think we should start research?" Willow asked startling Angel and Buffy who had forgotten she was still there.

"Um, yes." Giles agreed standing up. "Buffy, you and Angel stay here and make sure Spike doesn't leave. We may need him."

"But...."

'Okay." Angel answered stopping Buffy from another disagreement.

"Good."

Buffy promised to call Willow later that night and asked Giles to call her if anything came up. She closed the door and sighed heavily.

"What the hell is going on here Angel?" she asked not turning to look at him.

"Buffy you may not realize this right now. But, Spike is the father of your child and you need him."

Buffy stood in silence, resting her forehead against the door. Finally she spun around and faced him. "He's Spike and I don't need him," she replied her voice laced with hate. She passed him and started up the stairs. "And I don't need this from you."

"Buffy." Angel called after her from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm going to take a nap."

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Spike waited until the sun set then made his way upstairs. He entered the kitchen and started for the backdoor.

"Going somewhere Spike?"

Spike jerked his head to the side and saw Angel leaning against the counter.

"Yeah." He answered opening the door and stepping outside.

He started in the direction of the Bronze. He knew Angel was behind him, but he just kept right on walking.

"You're not leaving Spike."

"Sod off!" Spike threw over his shoulder. He then pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Ill tie you down if I have to."

Exhaling a cloud of smoke Spike turned to address Angel. "Im coming back. Just need to clear my head is all."

"Right and why should I believe you?"

Spike took another drag off his cigarette. "Follow me if you want. I don't care."

Angel watched Spike walk away, he debated whether to follow him or not. Finally he decided he shouldn't leave Buffy alone and headed back inside.

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Chapter 12: "Heat, desire....." (R-NC17)

Spike waltzed into the bronze and headed straight for the bar. He only had one plan and that was to get his mind off the Slayer.
He took a seat at the far end, away from everyone, and ordered his first drink of many to come.

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"Where did he go?" Buffy asked Angel while putting her coat on.

She had just woken up from what was supposed to be a short nap and found out that Spike had left over an hour ago.

"He said he would be right back," Angel told her, wondering why she was even worried. "Why do you care anyway? I thought you wanted him gone."

"Angel, have you forgotten that a gang of vamps are after him?" Buffy reminded him, flinging the front door open.

"And?"

"And they might find him and kill him."

"Again, not seeing why you care," Angel mumbled, following her down the street.

"Because if anyone is going to kill him it will be me."

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"All I wanted was my girl back," Spike told the bartender standing behind the counter. He swallowed the remainder of his drink and slammed the glass on the counter. "But she had to intervene again," he grumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Give me another."

The bartender filled up another glass and set it in front of Spike. "So, having girl problems?" he asked, leaning on the counter.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Want to talk about it?"

Spike glanced up at the guy and eyed him. "Want to kill is what I want to do."

"Wow, is it really that bad?"

"I can't believe I slept with her. I don't even like her. I loathe her. Can't even remember sleeping with her."

"Got plastered, huh?"

Spike didn't hear the guy and kept on talking like he wasn't even there. "I should be happy that I can't remember. I mean, who wants to remember sleeping with their mortal enemy, right?"

"Uh, yeah," the bartender agreed, starting to wonder about the weird guy bent over his drink. "But, no. I hate that I can't remember. Maybe it has something to do with bragging rights," Spike wondered to himself then shook his head. "Nah, told anyone I shagged her I'd be dead. Not really a reputation I want to have around my kind." Spike looked down into the glass he held in his handand smiled. "God, if this got out .....I would definitely be a pile of dust."

"Okay, I think you need to be cut off now."

Spike shrugged his shoulders and hopped down off the stool. "Should be going anyway."

"You need a cab?"

"Walking." Spike answered, throwing some bills onto the counter.

"Hope everything works out!" the bartender shouted to Spike's retreating form.


Spike decided to take the long way back and cut through the graveyard. On a buzz from all the alcohol he had consumed he ended up stumbling over a gravemarker and falling face first to the ground.

"Bloody hell," he groaned, flipping over onto his back. "Got to get up," he told himself, trying to sit up. His head started to throb and he clutched it with his hand. "Argh!"

Finally he managed to get to his feet and start walking in the direction he thought the Slayer's house was. After two minutes his legs gave out and he fell to the ground again.

"I'll just lay here for a while," he mumbled, rolling over onto his back.

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Buffy and Angel had separated to find Spike. Angel went into town to look around and search the Bronze while Buffy checked the cemeteries.

She was just entering the second one when she heard him.

"Spike, if you're in trouble I won't save you," she swore, starting off in the direction she'd heard him. She found him passed out on the grass in the middle of the cemetery.

"Pathetic," she whispered under her breath.

She approached him and kicked him in the side. He didn't even flinch. She kicked him again, harder. This time he grumbled but still didn't move or open his eyes. Buffy rolled her eyes and positioned her leg to kick him once more. In an instant she was on the ground with Spike on top of her.

"Mmmm," Spike moaned, grinding his hips into her. "Slayer."

Buffy inhaled sharply. She felt something cold against her neck and gasped when she realized it was his mouth.

"Spike?"

"Shh," he told her, trailing his hand down her front. "Let me touch you."

She tensed when she felt his hands move under her shirt, pushing the fabric up to reveal her bare stomach. Cold fingers lightly grazed her skin before settling on her breast. Against her better judgment she arched into his hand.

"You like that, dont you?"

"Yes."

Spike smiled. He pushed her legs apart with his knees and settled between her thighs. He ground his erection against her jean covered mound.

"You feel that? You feel how hot I am for you?"

Buffy nodded slowly, her mouth gaping open. Slowly Spike kissed his way along her jawline and down her neck. He stopped above the scars he'd made. He licked them then placed his mouth over them and sucked hard. Buffy gripped his shoulders and cried out her pleasure.

"Wait....Spike, we can't," she tried to speak, using the grip she had on him to push him off.

Spike lifted his head and stared down into the clouded eyes of the Slayer. Her breathing was rough and shallow, her face flushed. She was so vulnerable right now, so weak. He could easily bite and drain her, but he didn't want to. All he wanted to do was touch her, fuck her.

"Let me remember," he said, moving his hand between them and stroking her. "I want to remember what it felt like to fuck you. Let me fuck you, Slayer."

"Wha...?" she cried, pushing him off of her. She sat up and adjusted her shirt. "You're wasted Spike."

Spike rolled onto his back and started laughing. "Cut the Miss Innocent act. You wanted it, I know you did," he looked over at her and smirked. "In fact, you still do," he said, placing his hand on her thigh.

Buffy watched Spike's hand move up her thigh towards her crotch. She couldn't understand why she wasn't fighting him. It was like she had no control.

"Spike," she moaned, failing miserably in her attempt to show that he wasn't effecting her. "Please."

Spike didn't stop, her weak state only encouraging him to do more. He buried his head in the curve of her neck and started to kiss his way up to her jawline. He reached her ear and nibbled on it. "Say it, Slayer," he whispered. "Tell me you want me."

Buffy closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy his touch. The feel of his cool lips against her hot skin and his hand stroking her was exactly what she needed. The intense pleasure he was giving her pushed all the stress and tension out of her body. She felt completely relaxed.

Spike began to stroke faster. Pressing his finger on the right spot just above her clit. The rough material pressing into her coupled with his fingers stroking her caused any small amount of will-power she had left to shatter.

"Yes, I want you!" she shouted. "Spike, I want you."

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Chapter 13: "All about Sex" (NC-17)

Buffy pushed Spike off of her onto his back and straddled him. "But you're going too slow," she said, running her hands down his chest to the waist of his pants.

Spike watched her pop the top button open.

"You found him!"

Angel's voice snapped Buffy out of her lust-filled daze. She looked at Spike who was silently cursing then down at her hands. They were half way down his pants. She jerked them away. Another close call, she realized, and this time they almost got caught.

"Why are you sitting on Spike?" Angel asked, standing beside her and looking down at Spike.

Buffy quickly stood. "Um, he was being a jerk about coming back, so I had to rough him up a little."

"That's not true," Spike spoke up. "I was coming back. Told peaches I was."

"Shut up, Spike."

Spike cocked an eyebrow at Buffy. He got up from the ground and rebuttoned his pants, not caring that Angel was standing right there.

Angel glanced down and noticed Spike's evident bulge. "What was going on before I got here?" he asked, sensing something was up.

"Nothing," Buffy answered too quickly. "I told you. Spike was being a jerk so I had to...."

"Did he touch you?"

"What?"

"Don't lie for him Buffy," Angel told her. "If he touched you."

"He didn't," Buffy lied. "Now let's just go back home. I'm really tired and I just want to get back into my nice, warm bed."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting into something nice and warm as well," Spike commented towards Buffy.

Buffy only glared at him before turning and starting back to her house.

Spike watched her retreating form. He sensed Angel staring at him. He rolled his head back.

"What?"

"Have you always gotten excited when you fight Buffy?"

Spike looked at Angel out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "What can I say, I love pain."

"Are you two coming?!"

Spike gestured in front of him with his hand. "After you."

Angel brushed past Spike and ran to catch up with Buffy.

"God, this is going to be fun," Spike thought to himself.

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"I'll be up to say goodnight in a minute," Angel told Buffy, stopping her before she went upstairs. "I'm going to talk to Spike about something."

"Okay."

Buffy saw Spike smiling at her. "Why are you smiling, Spike?"

Spike moved from the doorway to stand beside Angel at the bottom of the stairs. "Just want to thank you for the rough and tumble, luv."

Buffy groaned in annoyance then turned and started up to her bedroom.

"Now Angel, what is it you want to talk about?" Spike asked, looking at the spot where Buffy once stood.

Angel grabbed Spike around the neck and slammed him against the nearest wall.

"Let's get one thing straight Spike," he hissed. "I don't trust you. Right now Buffy is vulnerable and her guard is down. If you take advantage of her in any way.....just know that I'm keeping a close eye on you. I love Buffy and I'll hurt anyone who tries to hurt her."

"Not...going...to hurt...your girl, peaches," Spike hissed back. "No need to worry."

Angel released him. Spike massaged his neck where Angel had gripped him.

Angel scoffed at Spike's statement. "No need to worry that her mortal enemy won't hurt her."

"It's what I said."

Angel didn't bother to reply. Instead he left him there alone, against the wall, to say goodnight to Buffy.

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"Night Angel," Buffy said from her bed.

Angel was standing in the doorway holding the door open. "Goodnight," he said before closing the door.

Buffy sat in the dark waiting until she heard Angel close his door. When she heard a silent click she pushed the covers off, got out of bed, and put her robe on. She went to the door and pressed her ear to it, listening closely for any sign that Angel wasn't going to stay in his room. After a few minutes of silence she cracked open her door and peered out into the hallway. The door leading to Angel's room had no light shining under it. So, she knew he was retired for the night. Opening her door a little more she stepped out into the hall and quietly made her way downstairs.

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Spike lay awake on the cot staring up at the ceiling. He could hear Buffy moving around and knew she was heading down to the basement to see him. Probably to poke another stake into his chest and threaten him some more.

He heard the basement door open and the creaking of the stairs as she came down them. He made no motion to show he knew she was there.

Buffy walked to the side of Spike's cot and looked down at him. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn't asleep.

"Spike," she whispered.

Spike opened one eye and glanced up at her. "Can't a bloke get some rest around here?" he moaned, draping one arm over his face.

"No." Buffy answered coolly before placing one knee on the mattress and swinging her other leg over his body. "Not when we have to finish what we started."

The hand over Spike's face fell away to reveal two eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ohh, Slayer wants to play," he cooed, thrusting his hips up into her.

Buffy smiled and ran her hands up under his shirt. "I don't want to play. I just want to fuck."

"Naughty Slayer. What would Angel think if he..."

Buffy punched Spike. He growled then gripped her hips and flipped them so he had her pinned beneath him.

"You want it rough?" he asked, reaching down under her robe and ripping her panties off. "I can make it rough."

He slipped two fingers inside her. He watched her thrash her head against the pillow, soft moans escaping her mouth. He added another finger and began to stroke her clit with his thumb. Her hips unknowingly started to move in time with his fingers. Spike removed his fingers and Buffy groaned her disappointment. Ignoring her protest he reached down and undid his pants and pulled his already hard cock out. He positioned himself at her entrance then thrust forward as hard as he could.

"Unh!" Buffy moaned feeling his cold shaft stretch her. Every muscle in her body tensed from the invasion.

Spike pinned her arms down beside her head. He slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was still in her then pushed back into her more forcefully. He repeated the process several times, loving the look of pain and ecstasy that crossed her face.

"Been awhile since you had it this good," he sneered between each thrust.

"Never....had it..." her sentence was cut short as her first orgasm shot through her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles.

Spike growled and released her wrists. Sitting back on his legs he pulled her up so she was sitting in his lap.

Coming down from the intense orgasm, Buffy slowly opened her eyes. She noticed the new position they were in and smiled. Holding onto his shoulders for leverage she began to ride him.

"No," Spike said gripping her hips and halting her. "Lets get rid of this clothing."

Buffy lifted her arms above her head allowing Spike to remove her tank top. Once Spike had his shirt off Buffy pulled their bodies flush together. Bare skin against bare skin. Hot touching cold. She began her rocking again. Slowly building herself up to another orgasm.

"Pants." Spike moaned into her hair.

Buffy kissed his ear and shook her head. "No. Dont pull out, not yet."

She pulled away from him and started to rock faster. He watched in awe as her breasts bounced in front of him, both nipples erect and staring back at him. He looked at her face, her eyes were closed, her bottom lip between her teeth. She seemed to be concentrating really hard on what she was doing.

Spike returned his gaze to her chest. Running his hands up her side and around her back he pulled her close so she was centimeters from his face. Sticking his tongue out he lightly traced her aureola. He knew she liked that when he felt her nails dig into his shoulders. This time he flicked at the nipple with the tip of his tongue. He felt her inner walls quiver around him. She was close. Finally he covered the nipple with his mouth. Sucking, flicking and biting her.

Buffy threw her head back as the tingling sensation centered at her core spread over her body.

"Oh god!"

Not able to control himself any longer, Spike pushed her back onto the mattress. He started to pound into her while she was still reeling from her orgasm. Feeling himself about to lose it, he thrust one final time, burying himself inside her and exploded. Cold seed poured out of him and spilled into her womb.

He collapsed on top of her sated. He rested his forehead against hers waiting for his cock to empty itself.

"I needed that." Buffy said, trying to catch her breath.

"Happy to oblige."

TBC............"Feedback is good for the writers soul."

Thanks to Sarah...my wondeful Beta Reader!

Chapter 14: "In Dreams" (R)

"Happy to oblige," Spike replied rolling off of her. He sat up on the edge of the cot. He could still hear Buffy breathing roughly. He smiled, loving the fact that he still had it.

He stood up. "I need a smoke," he said while tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. "You'll be gone when I get back," he said more as a statement then a question.

"Yes."

"Good."

Buffy watched Spike ascend the stairs two at a time. When he was gone she laid down on her side and pulled the blanket over her nude form. She was to weak to get up yet. All she wanted to do was sleep.

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Spike returned minutes later to find Buffy fast asleep on the cot.

"Stupid git," he mumbled walking over to the cot.

He debated whether he should wake her or not. He was sure if he didn't Angel might find her down here, which would result in him being dusted. But, he could let her sleep then wake her up, have another shag session with her and send her on her merry way. Yeah, that idea sounded better than the former.

Spike took off his pants and settled in beside Buffy. He laid with his back pressed to hers. He had to shove at her a little so he could have some room. He saw that she had taken full control of the only pillow, so he used his arm to rest his head on. He closed his eyes and listened to the slow rhythmic breathing coming from the body next to him. Soon he was asleep.

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Spike moaned and rolled over in bed. He wrapped his arm around Buffy and pulled her closer.

"Spike."

He heard something and opened one eye. He waited for the noise to sound again. When he didn't hear anything he scooted closer to Buffy and nuzzled his face into her hair.

"Spike."

Spike lifted his head. He heard his name being called. His eyes flashed yellow as he looked around the dark basement for the owner of the voice.

He sat up when he spotted her in the corner. "Dru?"

Spike stared in awe as his dark princess appeared out of nowhere. She wore her favorite white dress and held Miss Edith in her arms. She floated over to him.

"My pretty Spike."

"Dru, is it really you?"

Dru stroked the side of Spike's face with the back of her hand. Spike closed his eyes and savored the feel of his love touching him. She was really here. She came back for him.

"Why are you here?"

Dru looked down at Miss Edith and started to walk around to the other side of the cot. Spike followed her with his eyes and that's when he noticed the Slayer next to him. He had forgotten all about her. He looked up at Dru. She had Miss Edith pressed up to her ear. Apparently the doll was telling her something. He felt the bed shift and glanced down towards Buffy. She was now lying on her back, the sheet that had covered her body was bunched at her waist, exposing her breasts and bare stomach.

"Naughty Spike," he heard Dru say. He lifted his gaze once again and saw her staring at Buffy.

"Mummy should be mad," she told him, setting Miss Edith down on the bed. "But, it's all part of the plan."

Spike watched Dru lift her hands till they were hovering above Buffy's abdomen.

"Dru?"

"Ooooo," she sang, closing her eyes. "So strong." She lifted Miss Edith into the air and started spinning. "Miss Edith was right," she said, continuing to spin around the room.

Spike quickly covered Buffy up with the blanket. "What was she right about?"

Dru stopped dancing and looked at him. "Do you hear it?" she asked him, her eyes peering around the room. "It's getting closer."

Spike kept his eyes on her as she walked over to him and sat down on the cot.

"Listen," she instructed, placing her hands over his ears.

"Dru, I cant...."

"Shh," she whispered. "Listen."

Thats when he heard it. The faintest sound of a baby crying.

"Its..."

Dru smiled. "The answer."

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Buffy felt Spike tighten his arm around her. She idly wondered when he had put it there. Deciding to ignore that thought she pulled his arm off of her and sat up. She closed her eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them with the palms of her hands. When she opened her eye she saw that the basement was now glowing with light. Candles were everywhere. She looked behind her and saw Spike's still sleeping form on the cot. Moving her gaze across the room she spotted a cement block in the middle. She stood and moved to it. Something was drawing her towards it. There was something there that she knew she had to see. As she got closer a baby appeared on it. A newborn, naked and sleeping peacefully on top. A calming feeling washed over her. She knew that the baby was hers. Her eyes started to water.

"My baby," she whispered. She started to move closer to it, but was stopped. She tried to move again but something was keeping her in one spot.

"Slayer," a voice sang from behind her.

"Who's there?" Buffy asked her eyes frantically searching the darkness.

"Does my Spike please you?"

Buffy tensed at the question. "Drusilla," she hissed before seeing the vamp appear beside her.

"He does," Dru told her, holding a hand in front of her and looking over her body. "You glow. You're satisfied."

"What do you want, Dru?"

Dru looked at the baby and smiled.

"So pure," she moaned, walking over to it. She took the baby into her arms. "So evil," she continued, then started to hum a lullaby. "The answer."

Anger filled every vein of her body at the sight of her baby in Dru's embrace. Buffy clenched and unclenched her hands at her sides.

"Put my baby down."

Dru ignored her. Still holding the baby she floated past Buffy. Buffy turned slightly so she could still see Dru.

"Dru, I swear if you don't put my baby down...." she yelled, panic starting to take over her anger. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't move.

Dru turned towards Buffy. But her eyes weren't on the Slayer. Instead they seemed to burn right through her.

"I knew you'd come."

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Buffy's eyes flew open. She sighed, relieved that it had all been a dream. It had felt so real. The feelings she had experienced were intense. She shuddered involuntarily and looked over at Spike. He was there, asleep. She pushed the sheet that was on her away and got up. Finding her robe she put it on. She quickly grabbed her top and left the basement.

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Buffy woke up in her own bed to the sound of the phone ringing. She blindly reached for it and plucked it off the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Buffy, it's Willow."

Buffy ran a hand through her hair and forced her brain to wake up. "Hey Wills."

"How are you holding up?"

Buffy's mind drifted to last night and her moment with Spike. Despite herself she smiled as the way he made her feel came over her.

"Surprisingly good," she answered, the smile still plastered on her face. "I feel refreshed."

"Really?" Willow asked in shock. "Did something happen between you and Angel?"

The smile on Buffy's face faded away at the mention of Angel. It dawned on her that she had betrayed Angel by sleeping with Spike. Suddenly the content she felt slipped away and was replaced with remorse.

"Uh, not really," she told her. "I just had a good nights rest. If you don't count the dream I had."

"What was the dream about?"

Buffy sat up and braced her back against the headboard. "Im still kind of half asleep, so I can't really remember it vividly."

"But, Buffy what if the dream will tell us something about why you got pregnant and with Spike's baby."

"Willow I never said I didn't remember it, I just don't feel up to talking about it right now."

"Oh."

Buffy pushed the covers off her body and stood up. "Listen, can you call Giles for me and tell him I'll be at the library after my doctor's appointment. I need to ask him some things."

"Sure," Willow said then paused. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Where?"

"The doctor's?"

Buffy sighed heavily. "No, I want to go alone."

"Are you sure? I can come if you want. You know, be the shoulder to lean on, the hand to hold."

"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks anyway."

"Okay. So do you want me to call the rest of the scoobies and converge at the library as well?"

"Sure, why not. You guys are as much a part of this as I am."

"I guess I'll see you there," Willow said then asked. "What time?"

Buffy glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "My appointment is at one, so I'd say around two"

"All right, see you then."

"Bye."

Buffy replaced the phone on it's cradle and sat down on her bed. For some reason she had a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew it wasn't morning sickness, it was something else. It was almost like she knew something was coming. Something that she couldn't control. Maybe it was just the after effects of the dream she'd had. Seeing Dru holing her baby still unnerved her. She was powerless the whole time during the dream. She couldn't save her child, let alone fight for herself. Even though the dream showed no indication of Dru harming her baby, she knew Dru was a bad sign.

"I really need to talk to Giles," she said, getting up from the bed. "I need to know why this is happening."

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"Miss Summers?" a nurse called from the door.

Buffy glanced up from the magazine she had been flipping through. "Yes?"

"Come with me."

Buffy got up from her seat and followed the nurse down the hall to a tiny room. The nurse opened the door and walked in. Buffy followed.

"Take a seat," the nurse instructed, pointing to the bed.

Buffy set her coat down on the chair in the corner and hopped onto the bed. She watched the nurse as she filled out her chart.

"So," the nurse said, turning to face her, "this is your first time seeing Doctor Morris?"

Buffy folded her hands together and set them in her lap. "Yes."

"How far along are you?"

"Um, about two months."

"Okay," the nurse breathed, jotting something down on the chart.

The nurse then proceeded to take her temperature and blood pressure. When she was done she handed Buffy a gown.

"Take your clothes off and put this on. Dr. Morris will be in shortly."

Buffy smiled weakly. "Thank you."

The nurse returned the smile and left the room.

Buffy slid off the bed and slowly began to remove her clothes. Once she had them off she put the gown on and laid down on the bed. Seconds after she had lain down she heard the click of the door. She looked up and saw a tall, thin woman with dark, curly hair come in. The lady was looking at her chart. She closed the door and looked at Buffy. "Hello Buffy, I'm Dr. Morris."

"Hi."

"How are you today?" Dr. Morris asked, moving to stand by the bed.

"Nervous," Buffy replied.

"Nervous? Why are you nervous?"

"I'm worried something will be wrong."

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Buffy's arm. "I'm sure nothing will be wrong. You're a strong young woman in good health."

Buffy smiled at the doctor's attempt to calm her nerves.

"So, should we wait for the father to arrive or do you want to go ahead and start?"

"He isn't coming."

The doctor eyed her curiously. "But he knows you're here?"

"No."

"Do you know who the father of your baby is?"

Buffy felt her mouth go dry and she swallowed. "Yes, but we aren't on the best of terms right now."

"I see," Dr. Morris spoke softly. "Does he know you're pregnant with his child?"

"He knows."

"And what does he have to say about it?"

Buffy shut her eyes and sighed. "Dr. Morris I really don't want to talk about it right now."

Dr. Morris nodded her head. She reached behind her for the swivel stool and pulled it close to the bed. She sat down.

"Buffy, I'm not trying to pry into your personal life."

"It feels like you are."

"I'm only trying to understand you and what's going on in your life. Not only am I your doctor but I am someone you can come to if you need to talk. My job is to see that this pregnancy goes as smoothly as possible by being your doctor and a friend."

Buffy stared at Dr. Morris. She really needed a person to talk to besides Willow and Angel. Someone who wouldn't prejudge or criticize any decisions she made. Most importantly someone who could help her understand what was happening to her.

"Thank you."

"Now that we have that all laid out, let's get started."

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"Spike's what?!" Xander yelled, bolting up from his seat.

"Staying with Buffy," Giles answered, calmly flipping through the latest book dealing with prophecies.

"And you're okay with this?"

"No, I'm not."

Xander threw his hands into the air. "Then why are you allowing it to happen?"

Giles looked up from the book in his hand and fixed Xander with a stare. "Because we may need his help."

"We don't need his help," Xander stated firmly. "We can figure this out without him. Buffy has us to help her."

"Xander," Willow spoke up. "Spike is the father of her baby."

"So?" he shrugged. "I bet when that baby is born he'll use it as an appetizer before he chows down on Buffy."

"Xander!" Cordelia shouted from her seat beside him. "Will you shut up, you're giving me a headache."

Xander glared at her. "Gee, Cordy I knew I could count on you to not give a damn about Buffy."

Cordelia shot to her feet. "As far as I'm concerned your precious Buffy made her bed and now she can lay in it."

After saying her piece she stalked towards the exit.

"Yeah, well....not with Spike!" Xander shouted after her.

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Buffy saw Cordelia burst out of the library.

"Cordelia!" she yelled, trying to get her attention.

Cordelia spun around and saw Buffy waving at her. She huffed then turned on her heels and walked away.

Buffy wondered what was wrong with Cordelia. Just then Xander came through the door.

"Xander!"

Xander saw Buffy. "Hey Buff."

"Whats wrong with Cordelia?" she asked, pointing in the direction she last saw her.

"Buffy I can't talk right now," he said, backing away from her.

"But..."

"I'll try to come back later."

Buffy tried again to call out to him, but he was already halfway down the hall. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She pushed the door open to the library and walked in.

"Hey gang," she greeted. She saw Willow at the table typing away at her laptop, Oz leaning over her, but Giles was nowhere in sight.

Willow peered over the top of her computer when she heard Buffy.

"Buffy," she said, getting up and walking over to her. "How did the appointment go?"

"Fine."

"Everything okay?" Willow inquired. "You know, strong heartbeat?"

"The baby is fine. In fact, the doctor says I'm right on schedule."

"When is the due date?"

"August 4th give or take a few days."

Willow smiled at the good news and at the fact that Buffy seemed happy, more so then usual.

"Where's Giles?"

"Right here," he answered, coming out of his office. "Willow said you had something to tell me."

Buffy nodded her head. "Yes, I do. I had a dream last night," she told him. "And Dru was in it."

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Spike woke up and smiled. It was time to wake Buffy and have his way with her. He turned onto his side and was surprised to find her gone. When had she left? What time was it?

He got out of bed and put his pants on. He pulled his shirt on roughly and started up the stairs.

He found the kitchen empty. He went into the den next and saw Angel talking on the phone.

Angel saw Spike walk into the room. "Yes, he's up," he told the person on the other end. "We'll be down there soon."

Angel hung up the phone and turned to Spike.

"Who was that?" Spike asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Willow."

"What did the witch say?"

"That we need to go to the library."

Spike snorted. "We? I'm not going anywhere."

"You really want to stay holed up here?"

"Who said I was staying here?" Spike questioned. "I'm going out."

"No, you aren't," Angel said. "If you don't come with me then I tie you up."

"What!?"

"After last night I'm not taking any chances."

"Bloody hell!" Spike cried. "I'd rather throw myself in front of the vamps that are after me than stay with you all if that's the way I'm going to be treated."

"How do you want us to treat you, Spike? Serve you at your beck and call?"

Spike pondered Angel's question, then answered. "Well, yeah."

Angel laughed. "We're leaving," he told him before walking out of the room.

"Soddin hell!"

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"Okay before Spike and Angel get here let's go over your dream once more."

"Okay."

Giles started to pace around the room. "Now you say that you saw a baby."

"My baby."

"We don't know if it was your baby," Giles informed her.

"I know," Buffy told him. "I know the baby was mine."

"Buffy...."

"It was."

"Very well," Giles gave in. "And Dru told you your baby was pure and evil?"

"Yes, she also said it was the 'answer'. What do you think that means?"

"I'm not sure really. I was up all night researching but I couldn't find anything that was helpful. But before we try to break down your dream I want to know if Spike had one as well. Maybe his will shine some light on yours." Giles turned to Willow. "Willow have you found anything?"

"Nope. Right now I'm downloading information on the spells I performed that night. Maybe it was something I did to cause Buffy's condition."

"Willow, it wasn't your fault," Buffy counseled. "There is no way one tiny love spell caused this to happen."

Willow gave Buffy a slanted smile. "You're right, but I still want to check."

"Stop pushing me!"

Willow, Buffy, Giles and Oz all looked up at the entrance. Spike and Angel had finally arrived. Spike looked pissed and Angel looked annoyed. Angel saw Buffy and walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Buffy looked at Spike. He was staring at her, a cocky grin spread across his face. She knew instantly want he was thinking about.

Spike clicked his tongue and let his eyes roam over Buffy's body. He really wished she had been there when he woke up. A quick roll in the hay would have started his day off great.

Buffy felt herself growing hot under Spike's gaze. She tore her eyes away from him and looked at Giles.

"Giles before we start interrogating Spike I need to talk to him," she said, standing up.

"What about?"

Buffy strolled over to Spike. "It's personal," she replied then grabbed Spike by the arm and jerked him out into the hall.


TBC.............Next chapter deals more with the dreams and what they might mean.


Thank you Sarah(vampgrl)!

Chapter 15: "Anything" (PG)

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Buffy asked, pushing Spike hard into a row of lockers.

Spike laughed, "What are you talking about?"

"Argh!" she groaned. "Stop looking at me like that in there or else they'll start to wonder."

Spike sucked in his cheeks and let his eyes roam over her body. "Like what?"

Buffy groaned again. "Forget it. I dont want to play games with you right now."
She started past him.

"Maybe I do," he growled, pulling her back and pressing her against the lockers with his body. "Where were you this morning?" he asked, holding her in place with one hand and running the other over her middle.

This time Buffy laughed. "Oh, please. Did you really think I was going to stay in your bed until you woke up?"

Spike pushed the bottom of her shirt up a little. "That was the plan," he replied, sticking his tongue between his teeth and gazing down at her chest.

"Maybe your plan, but not mine," Buffy sneered, smacking his hand away.

Spike quickly returned his hand to its previous place, but this time completely up her shirt. He took hold of her breast and kneaded it roughly.

"Slayer," he purred. "Tell me you don't want another go."

Buffy exhaled silently. He was getting to her and only a few feet from her friends. At any moment Angel could come walking through the door and catch them. But, did she care? No. Feeling his touch again was exactly what she wanted.

"I don't," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Spike smiled. He lowered his face and nuzzled her neck. "Are you sure?"

"No."

"Let's leave," he suggested, nibbling on her ear. "We don't need to be here."

"Okay," she agreed then shook her head. "I mean no."

She pushed him away again. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I said I was sorry."

"I just don't understand why you always defend her."

Buffy heard Xander and Cordelia. She distanced herself away from Spike a little more just as they were coming into view.

"She's my friend."

"I'm your girlfriend," Cordelia argued.

Xander was about to reply but stopped when he noticed Buffy.

"Hey, Buff!"

Xander then noticed Spike. "What's he doing here?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes and shoved Xander so she could go into the library. Watching Xander protect his Buffy wasn't something she wanted to entertain herself with.

"Is he bothering you?" he asked, stopping beside Buffy.

"Why is it that I'm always the one assumed to be bothering the Slayer? Has it ever crossed your minds that she might be bothering me?"

"No," Xander answered flatly. "Besides your very presence bothers everyone."

"Xander, can you please go in the library? I need to talk with Spike..alone."

"I'm not leaving you alone with him."

Buffy sighed. She was becoming annoyed with Xander's unneeded protection. "Please Xander."

Xander looked from Buffy to Spike. Spike smirked at him.

"Fine, but I'll be standing right by that door in case fangboy here tries anything."

Spike lifted his hands and mocked being afraid of Xander's threat.

"Thank you."

Xander eyed Spike as he walked past him into the library.

Buffy waited until the door shut before addressing Spike.

"Spike..."

Spike slinked over to her. Placing his hands against the lockers on either side of her.

"Alone at last."

"Don't start," Buffy warned.

Spike's mouth curved into a half smile. "Why? You afraid of your chums finding out what I did to you last night? How I made you scream? Made you beg."

"I didn't beg," she protested, her eyes growing wide.

"True," Spike consented, running a finger down her arm. "But, you will soon."

'So thats how he wants it to be.' Buffy thought to herself. 'Two can play this game'

Buffy dropped her gaze to his chest and slowly ran her hands up under his shirt. Spike hissed from the contact of her skin against his.

"If you behave yourself," she began, moving her hands downward. "Then tonight I'll let you do anything you want to me."

Spike inhaled an unneeded breath of air as her hands grazed over his crotch.

"Anything?" he asked through clenched teeth.

Buffy looked up and met his eyes. They were glazed over and dark from the heat building inside him.

"Anything," she cooed, pushing herself off the lockers. She moved around him. Spike stayed where he was, leaning against the lockers. His mind spinning from her offer.

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"I have a feeling that some books are missing or I'm not looking in the right ones." Buffy heard Giles say as she walked through the door.

"I have a friend in LA who might be able to help," Angel suggested.

Giles looked up to say something to Angel and noticed Buffy. "Buffy, where's Spike?"

"Right behind me."

Spike came in with his duster wrapped around him, covering the bulge in his pants. Buffy caught sight of this and stiffled a laugh.

"I'm here, watcher," Spike said, walking over to the counter and jumping onto it. "What is it you want to know?"

Giles set down the book in his hand and removed his glasses. "It seems Buffy had a dream last night. We were wondering if maybe you had one too."

Spike shifted around, trying to position himself so his still hard erection didn't bother him. "Yeah, I did."

"Really?" Giles asked, shocked.

Spike furrowed his brows. "Yeah, why would I lie?"

Everyone stared at him like he had lost his mind.

"Balls," he mumbled under his non-existent breath. "I'm not lying."

"Would you tell us about it?"

"Sure...although I must warn you, it isn't as exciting as some of my previous ones," he told them, eyeing Buffy and waggling his brows at her.

"I assure you we're all deeply dissappointed," Xander commented sarcastically.

"Shut your hole, wanker."

"I don't know why we're even bothering to listen to him," Xander said, ignoring Spike. "Why should we trust him?"

"Becasue we need him," Buffy pointed out.

"Buffy, he's your mortal enemy," Xander said. "He's evil, a vampire...."

"And he needs us," she added.

"Needs us?" Xander repeated. "For what? Blood?"

"Let's focus on Spike's dream," Giles remarked. "Now is not the time for petty bickering."

"Spike, did Dru tell you anything about the baby?" Willow asked, breaking her silence.

"Hey, Red," Spike greeted in surprise. "Didn't know you were here. How are you?"

"Fi....Fine," Willow stuttered.

"No hard feelings about the whole kidnapping thing?"

Willow stole a glane at Buffy who was staring intently at Spike.

"No hard feelings."

Spike grinned. "Good. Glad to know one scooby doesn't hate me."

"Spike, tell us about the dream," Angel said, his patience wavering.

"Nothing to tell really. Dru appeared, saw Buffy in bed with me, said it was all part of a plan, heard a baby crying then it ended."

When he finished he glanced around the room and noted the loooks everyone was giving him. Willow, Giles and Oz stared at him like he had grown another head. Xander and Angel looked ready to explode. Cordelia was busy looking over her nails. And Buffy, well if looks could kill he'd be dust.

"Whoa, stop, rewind. What did you say about Buffy in bed with you?" Xander questioned, his mind a jumbled mess.

"Buffy, what is Spike talking about?" Angel asked, shifting his gaze from Spike to her.

Buffy shook her head. "I don't know."

"Bloody hell," he groaned. "She wasn't really in my bed."

"Thank you for clearing that up Spike," Giles said, once again removing his glasses. "Now, you said you heard a baby crying?"

"Yep."

"Did you see the baby?"

"Nope, just heard it."

"Wait a minute," Willow interupted stopping Giles' questioning. "Spike said Dru mentioned a plan."

"Right. A plan," Giles mumbled, recalling that part. "What plan was she talking about?"

"How the bleeding hell should I know?" Spike cried. "All she said was it's part of a plan."

"What's part of a plan?"

Spike clicked his tongue, wondering if he should tell them or not. He guessed the supposed plan was his sleeping with Buffy. But, if he told them the truth then that would ultimately end him getting his jollies. Sure he could find someone else to screw, but he wanted it to be the slayer, at least for the time being.

"Don't know," he finally replied.

"He's lying," Xander accused, pointing a finger at Spike. "He knows and he's not telling us."

"Am I done here?" Spike asked, searching his pockets for his smokes. "Cause I'm really tired of listening to the whelp prattle on."

Giles rubbed his forehead, relieving some of the tension that was building. "Yes, Spike. You may go."

"Ta-ta."

"Well now that Spike is gone we should get back to research."

"Maybe Angel and I should leave too," Buffy said standing up. "Just to make sure Spike doesn't skip out on us again."

"Alright then," Giles agreed. "The rest of us will continue looking and hopefully we'll find something."

Buffy grabbed Angel and tugged him out of his seat.

"Will you call if you find anything?"

"I always do."

"Bye," Angel said before being dragged out of the library by Buffy.

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"I thought you wanted to follow Spike," Angel said, walking into Buffy's house behind her.

Buffy turned to face him and smiled. "No, I just said that to get us out of doing research. Reading books is not one of my specialties."

"Really?"

"And now," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. "We have some time alone."

"That we do," Angel softly agreed.

Buffy stopped in the middle of the kitchen and pulled Angel to her. She brought her hands up and wrapped them around his neck. She pulled him down to meet her halfway. Their lips touched and Angel moaned.

"I thought I smelled you, Peaches."

Buffy and Angel broke apart at the sound of Spike's voice.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" Buffy asked, pissed that she and Angel had been interrupted.

"Uh, staying here," he answered, stepping into the kitchen and around them. "Or have you already forgotten?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Spike dumped the remainder of the blood he was drinking down the drain. He rinsed his mug and set it on the counter.

"Come on Angel," Buffy said. "Let's go into the den. I'm sure Spike wants to be alone."

Spike and Buffy glared at each other as she walked out of the room.

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Angel spun Buffy around once they were in the den. Buffy giggled and snuggled into his arms.

"You know some of the dreams I've been having are starting to make sense."

Buffy closed her eyes and half laughed, half groaned when Spike came into view.

"Let's humor him," Angel whispered into Buffy's ear.

Buffy looked up at him and smiled. "How about I just kill him instead?" she said, low enough so even Spike wouldn't hear.

Spike fell back into a chair and propped his feet up on the coffee table. Buffy shoved them off before sitting down on the couch.

"So how are your dreams making sense?"

"Well," Spike began, leaning forward in his seat. "The one I had last night where Buffy is in bed with me. What makes sense about that one is that she really was...."

"Blood!" Buffy blurted out loud.

Angel looked at her. He noticed the color in her face had drained.

Spike smirked triumphantly. Although he wished he could've gone further in his explanation, he loved pushing her buttons.

"Blood," she said again. "We are out of blood. Angel, will you run by Willy's and get some?"

"Sure," he answered, then reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you okay? You look kinda pale."

Buffy shot to her feet. "NO, I'm fine," she assured him. "Let me get you some money."

Angel shook his head. "That's alright, I got it."

Buffy walked Angel to the door.

"You need anything while I'm out?"

Buffy smiled and shook her head. "No, just hurry."

"I will," he said, then placed a kiss on her forehead.

Buffy felt Spike behind her after she closed the door. She so didn't need this from him right now.

"Trying to back down on your promise, Slayer?"

She turned and faced him. Her mouth was drawn into a thin line. She crossed her arms and fixed him with a cold stare.

"What promise?"

Spike looked up at the ceiling. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he tsked, moving closer to her. "I get to do anything I want to you. And, now that loverboy is gone...." he paused long enough to run his fingers through her hair. "Let's get started."

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