Thanks to Sarah(vampgrl) for beta'ing this chapter!


Chapter 16: "So Wrong"(strong NC-17)

While waiting for Buffy to respond Spike took the opportunity to lean closer and inhale her scent.

Buffy started to laugh. Spike pulled back and cocked a brow at her.

"You...you actually believed me?" she managed to ask over a fit of laughter.

"I've been all hot and bothered since the bloody library and now you're not going to do anything about it!"

"Me?" Buffy choked out, still giggling.

"Yes, you," Spike mocked.

Buffy collected herself before saying, "You have a hand...use it."

Spike growled. He jerked her body against his and tilted her head back.

"I'd rather use your hand," he snapped back then covered her mouth with his.

Buffy felt herself slowly giving into him. His cool tongue caressing hers sent chills through her body. His hand running over her ass and pushing her pelvis into his made her groan against his mouth. She gasped when she felt his excitement pressed into her stomach.
Spike broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed with her mouth gaping open. Not wanting to lose the hold he had on her, he lowered his lips to her neck and grazed it with his blunt teeth.

"Why?" he heard her breath.

"Why what, luv?"

Buffy swallowed hard. "Why do I hate you one minute and then....then the next all I want is for you..."

Spike smiled into her hair. "For me to what?"

"Touch me."

Buffy heard the lock on the door and pushed Spike away. Spike snarled, wiping his mouth with theback of his hand.

"Buffy?"

Buffy recognized her mother's voice instantly. Spike watched as her features changed from desire to fear.

Joyce came in dragging a heavy load of luggage behind her.

"Whew," she sighed, dropping the bags once she was fully in the foyer. She looked up ready to call Buffy's name again when she saw Spike.

"Spike?"

Spike smiled softly at her, happy that she remembered him.

"Joyce, you're back early."

Joyce furrowed her brows. "How did you? Where's Buffy?"

"Mom."

Joyce's head spun to see her daughter standing in the corner.

"What are you doing home?"

"What? No, 'Hello mother. How was your trip'?"

Buffy started to say something but her mother continued to talk.

"Ah, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. I have had the most trying past few days of my life," she told Buffy, turning to pick up her luggage.

"Let me get that," Spike offered.

"Thank you, Spike," she said with a smile.

Spike picked up the bag with ease. He took one final look at Buffy before heading up the steps.

"So, Mom, why are you home?"

"Well, as you know I wasn't supposed to be back until next week."

"Right."

"This week I was scheduled to go to New York to check on an Aztec artifact that had arrived. Plus I had to examine a piece they received from Africa," Joyce took a breath before going on. "Anyway, the artifact didn't arrive. Apparently I can't leave the gallery unsupervised for more than a week without things getting out of hand. So, I booked a flight back home to straighten everything out."

Joyce finished and glanced up the stairs. "Spike," she said pointing. "What is he doing here?"

"Long story," Buffy replied, hoping that would end all further questions. It didn't work.

Joyce crossed her arms and eyed her daughter sternly. "Buffy, did something happen while I was gone?"

"Not while you were gone," Buffy said timidly. "Are you hungry? You must be after that long plane ride." She turned and started to go to the kitchen. "I'll make something for you..."

"Buffy."

Spike came trotting down the steps in time to hear Joyce's firm tone. He glanced at Buffy who was nervously chewing her bottom lip.

Buffy's shoulders sagged. "I was going to tell you before you left but I didn't want to ruin your trip. So, I decided to wait until you came back, that way we could sit down and..."

"Buffy."

"I'm pregnant," Buffy finally blurted out.

Joyce's eyes went wide and her hand shot up to cover her mouth.

"What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant."

Joyce closed her eyes and mentally tried to calm herself. "How long have you known?"

"About two months."

"And you're just now telling me?!"

"I didn't want to ruin your trip. I knew how important it was and I didn't want you to have to cancel because of me."

"Who's the father?"

Buffy lowered her eyes to the floor. She heard her mother moan.

"Do you know who the father is?"

Buffy looked at her mother then at Spike. "Yes."

"It's me, Ms. Summers," Spike answered for Buffy.

Joyce looked at Spike in shock. She returned her gaze to Buffy. "I don't understand," she mumbled, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "I thought you were with Angel."

"I am. But, something happened and Spike and I....." Buffy's voice trailed off, too ashamed to go into details with her Mom.

Joyce simply nodded her head. "You were right Buffy. We should have held this off until we were both able to sit down and talk it out. Right now I am so tired I don't think I have enough strength to get mad at you."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"We'll talk tomorrow." Joyce started up the stairs. "Goodnight Spike," she said as she passed him.

"Joyce."

Buffy could feel tears forming in her eyes. She tried hard not to start but once one escaped the rest flowed down her face like a never-ending waterfall.

Spike saw the tears on her face and groaned. "None of that Slayer. I'm sure by tomorrow she'll be another shoulder for you to lean on."

Buffy wiped at her eyes roughly. "I should know not to expect any sympathy from you."

"Yeah, well, hate you," Spike stated matter of factly.

Buffy was about to retaliate but was stopped by Angel coming in the door.

"Who's car is that in the driveway?" he asked, handing Spike the bag of blood.

"Angel, you need to leave. You can't stay here tonight."

"Why?"

"My mom's back and she would so not understand two vampires staying in her house."

Angel nodded his head. "I understand. Come on Spike, let's go."

"NO," Buffy said. "Not Spike."

Spike smirked. "That's right, not Spike," he repeated, poking Angel in the chest with each word.

Buffy pushed Spike behind her. "He's still got those vamps after him."

Angel pulled Buffy aside. "Buffy, you don't have to keep him here. I'll find a place safe enough for the both of us."

"No, it's better if he stays here where they can't find him."

"What if they do find him? You'll be in danger then."

"Angel, I can handle myself. Vampire Slayer, remember."

Angel glanced at Spike over Buffy's shoulder. "I don't know Buffy."

"Please Angel," she pleaded, taking his hand in hers. "Let me walk you outside."

Spike peered out the window beside the door. Buffy and Angel were deep in a lip lock.

"Stupid poof," he mumbled, rage boiling inside him. This was the second time he witnessed them kissing and for some reason it pissed him off. Seeing Angel with his hands on Buffy really irked him.

"God, why do I care?" he groaned moving his eyes off the scene before him.

He spun when he heard Buffy coming back inside.

"Let's get you some blood," she said, grabbing the bag from him. "And, then its down to the basement with you."

She started off into the kitchen and Spike followed.

"What do you think I am?" he asked. "A child?"

"What are you talking about Spike?" Buffy asked, dropping the bag onto a nearby table and turning to face him.

"Drink your blood, go to bed," he mimicked, closing the distance between them. "There's something else I want to do," he continued, trailing his hand down her arm.

Buffy slapped his hand away. "Not going to happen."

"Already did," he reminded her.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Spike, watch TV if you want to, I really don't care. But you and me....no."

She left then to go upstairs and lock herself in her room.

"That's all right," Spike assured himself once she was gone. "She'll change her mind before the night's through."

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Spike mindlessly flipped through several channels. An hour had passed and still no Buffy. He was already irritated that she had turned him down, but that she wasn't coming to him only fueled his anger.

"I'm not going to her," he said aloud.

Why was she denying herself of him he really didn't know. It was obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He'd smelled her arousal before they were interrupted by her mum.

"Bloody hell," he moaned, throwing the remote down and getting off the couch.

He took the stairs two at a time until he reached her door, and stopped.

For minutes he just stood there staring at it, willing her to come out. To come to him. He wouldn't go to her. Nope, he was the Big Bad, women were supposed to come to him. That's how this game was played.

Reluctantly his sexual frustration won over his fragile ego. He raised his hand preparing to knock when the door flung open to reveal Buffy.

Buffy reached out and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in.

"I knew you'd change your mind, pet," he bragged while she undid his belt.

"Shut up," she ordered, ripping his shirt open.

Spike shut the door closed with his foot. He gripped Buffy by her upper arms and stopped her from undressing him any further. Slowly he led her back towards the bed.

Buffy knees hit the edge of the bed and she sat down on it. She looked up at Spike. Not taking her eyes off him she started to scoot back.

Spike grabbed her by the ankles and pulled, causing her to fall flat on her back with her legs in the air.

"Foreplay now," he told her, yanking her pajama bottoms off. "Fuck later."

Spike got down on his knees. He placed each of her legs on his shoulders. He glided his hands up her thighs to her waist. He gripped her panties and tore them off.

Before Buffy could protest about his ruining another pair of underwear she felt his tongue on her clit. She bucked against his mouth when his tongue invaded her folds.

Spike continued to lick along the inside of each lip. Gripping her ass he lifted her hips so he could have better access to her. He thrust his tongue inside her warmth.

"Oh, god," Buffy moaned, clutching the comforter in her hands.

Spike lifted his head and watched Buffy.

"So wet," he commented trailing his tongue lightly over the outside of her cunt. "Wet, for me."

"Don't stop," he heard Buffy beg softly.

Spike crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over her.

"Look at me," he demanded moving his left hand down her side.

Buffy opened her eyes and looked at him. She shuddered as she felt his hand making its way down her thighs towards her center. She had to strain to keep her eyes open when she felt his fingers graze her curls.

"You like that?" Spike asked inserting one finger into her.

"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling.

Spike leaned down so his face was next to hers. "Do you want more?"

Buffy didn't answer vocally. Instead she placed her hands on his already undone jeans and pushed them down forcefully. She felt his hard cock hit her stomach as it sprung free. When her hands couldn't do anymore she started to use her feet. All the while Spike continued to finger and fondle her.

He watched her withering beneath him, succumbing to his touch. She was so vulnerable in that moment. He could easily sink his fangs into her and drain her dry. Take her head in his hands and snap her neck.

"Spike."

Buffy's moan brought Spike away from his thoughts.

"Now....inside...now," she begged, her voice dripping with need.

Spike stood and removed his jeans. Buffy managed to lift her head to look at him. The light shining in the window illuminated his pale skin. Her eyes moved lower and landed on his manhood and she gulped. There it lay nestled in a patch of dark curls. Slightly curving out and up, the tip of it reaching his bellybutton. She saw it twitch and lifted her eyes to Spike's face. She smiled when she saw the agony he was in on his face. Slowly she spread her legs, silently coaxing him to join her.

It took everything in Spike not to come while her eyes had studied him. He didn't know how long he had stood there allowing her to do it, but right now he didn't care. Soon he was going to be inside her again, feeling her.

He once again hovered over her. He placed his hands flat on the bed on either side of her.

"Touch it," he half ordered, half begged.

Without hesitating Buffy took his shaft in her hand. She began stroking him from base to head.

Spike shut his eyes and swallowed. How could the slayer be so skilled when the only person she'd been with beside him was Angel? The way her hand stroked him with just the right amount of pressure. The way she squeezed him near his base then continued up his length to the head and ran her thumb over the slit.

"Buffy....bloody hell," he moaned almost losing all muscle strength and collapsing on top of her.

Buffy smiled proudly. "You like?" she asked, increasing the thrust of her stroke and cupping his balls in her other hand.

"Mmm....soddin....yes."

Buffy wrapped her legs around him and began to push him down, guiding him to her entrance.

Spike growled when the tip of his cock poked into her tight channel. Coming down from his moment of ecstasy he started to push all the way into her.

Buffy braced herself by holding him by the shoulders. Her body began to slid across the bed with each hard thrust Spike made. Pretty soon her head was hanging off the side.

Spike lifted up so he was kneeling on his knees. He held her by her hips and continued to slam into her. He felt her inner walls constrict and almost lost it. Her warmth and tightness was becoming too much for him. He would never admit it out loud, but he'd never experienced anyone like Buffy before.

Buffy's breathing started to pick up as her first orgasm started. Spike's pelvis constantly hitting her clit sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. Feeling close to the edge she bit her lower lip to silence her scream. Her whole body arched as she came.

Spike felt her body convulse as her orgasm raked through her. Near the end himself, he tilted her hips a little and sped up. He felt his balls tighten then came, squirting dead semen into her. He slumped forward, his head hanging down between his shoulders.

Still inside her he pulled her so her body wasn't hanging over the edge.

Buffy looked at him through hooded eyes and licked her dry lips.

Spike lowered himself until his face was inches from hers. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for what was to come. She wanted his cool lips to touch hers, his tongue to dance with hers again.

Their lips touched briefly, then they pulled apart. Again they touched but this time deeper, longer. Buffy opened her mouth and Spike invaded it with his tongue.

They didn't break the kiss again, not even when Spike hardened and started moving in and out of her once more.

TBC................More NC-17 next chapter!

Sarah(vampgrl) thanks so much for your beta...I was laughing my ass off when you sent me the wrong one. I seriously thought I had sent you the wrong one....I am crazy! We just cant seem to perfect our email sending! LOL!

Chapter 17: "This is where it Falls Apart"

"Unh," Buffy moaned under Spike.

It was hours later and they were still going at it. The longest break they had was when she had to use the bathroom and Spike decided to have a quick smoke.

"Buffy," Spike whispered, resting his head against her chest.

Buffy reached behind her and gripped the bars of her headboard. She prayed her mother was a heavy sleeper.

She gasped when she felt Spike's tongue flick her nipple. He then took it into his mouth and started to suck. He bit it with his teeth and Buffy gave a soft whimper .

Buffy's heart raced and she became dizzy. A chilling sensation overcame her and she exploded.

Spike increased his momentum when her quivering muscles clamped down on his cock. He vamped and sank his teeth into the delicate skin just above her breast. Her rich coppery blood filled his mouth and then everything went black.

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Spike jolted awake and flinched when the light hit his eyes. He glanced around and saw nothing but miles of green grass. Something was against his back, so he turned to see what it was. He was leaning against a Willow tree. He looked down and noticed he was sitting on a blanket spread over the grass.

"Where am I?"

"You're awake."

Spike lifted his head and saw Buffy walking towards him. She was barefoot and wearing a yellow sundress.

"Buffy?"

"I was beginning to think you'd sleep the rest of the day away," she joked, taking a seat next to him.

She snuggled close to him and lifted his arm and placed it around her. She nestled her head on his chest.

Spike was shocked that she was acting so comfortable around him...so loving. He also wondered where the hell they were. Not two minutes ago he was pounding her into the mattress.

"Pet, where are we?" he asked, looking around them. "Weren't we in bed a minute ago?"

Buffy sat up and smiled down at him. "That must've been some dream you were having," she commented, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. "You'll have to tell me about it later, so we can make it come true."

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Spike watched as Buffy stood and ran. She ran to a child and stopped in front of it. She knelt down to the child's level and the little being handed her something. Buffy proceeded to put it in her hair. She then took the child into her arms and lifted it off the ground. They both started towards Spike.

As they got closer Spike noticed a daisy in Buffy's hair and one clutched in the child's tiny fist.

The child in her arms whispered something to her. Buffy smiled brightly and looked at Spike. Nodding her head she set the child on its feet.
The child ran the rest of the way to Spike.

"Daddy!" it cried, throwing itself against him.

Spike's muscles tensed. Why was this child calling him daddy?

He pushed the child away and stared at it. Big, blue innocent eyes stared back at him. They were full of confusion, not the love he'd seen seconds before it was in his arms.

"Spike?" he heard Buffy's voice which tore him away from his assessment of the child.

"What's wrong with you? You're acting strange."

Spike moved his eyes from Buffy to the child. This must be a dream. No, it couldn't be one. Why would he dream of this?

"Spike?"

Spike blinked several times before focusing on Buffy. He forced a smile. "Nothing's wrong."

"Swing Daddy," the child said, running from under the tree into the sunlight.

The child was a distance away before turning back to Spike.

"Swing Daddy!" it cried out.

"Spike you promised you'd push your child on the swing."

Spike saw a small hand appear in front of his face. He took it and stood. The child started to pull him out from under the shade of the tree. He jerked his arm back.

"I can't," he mumbled.

"Daddy?"

"Spike?"

"Buffy the sun....I can't."

Buffy smiled and walked over to the child.

"I think daddy wants to race," she told the child.

The child giggled.

Buffy and the child darted off together, hand in hand.

"Come on Spike!" He heard Buffy yell once she was out of sight.

"Spike!.....Spike!"

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"Spike?"

Spike opened his eyes.

"Spike?"

He looked up at the slayer. Her mouth was parted, short gasps of breath were escaping through it. Her hair was matted to her face.

"Why did you stop?"

"What?" Spike asked, still out of it.

"You stopped," she told him.

Spike felt warmth surrounding his shaft. It was then that he realized what she was talking about.

"Oh," he uttered pulling out of her and lifting himself up. "I have to go."

Buffy pulled the sheet to her chest. "What?" she asked, her eyes on him as he got up and started to dress.

"I have to go," he repeated, silently jerking his jeans over his hips. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and tugged it on.

Buffy's mouth fell open. Her mind was trying to process what had happened.

"Spike, wait...."

Spike didn't hear her because he was already gone.

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Spike stalked into the bar and took a seat.

"Willy!" he shouted slapping his hand on the bar counter.

Willy's head shot up from behind the bar. He noticed who it was and frowned.

"Spike," he called, coming over to the demon. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Spike scoffed. "Well, I was hoping to never see your face again, either."

"What can I do you for Spike?"

Spike pulled out a few crumbled up bills and threw them at him.

"Give me a shot of the good stuff."

Willy placed a glass in front of Spike then poured fresh human blood into it.

Spike downed the liquid as fast as it was put in front of him.

"I have to say Spike," Willy started to speak, leaning on one elbow. "You're pretty brave coming here."

Spike tapped the glass indicating he wanted another. Willy poured some more. Spike gulped it down.

"What do you mean?"

"You know," Willy began, leaning closer. "You knocking up the Slayer and all."

Less than a second Spike had Willy by the collar and hoisted him halfway over the bar.

"Where did you hear that?" Spike hissed, shifting into game face.

"Whoa...hey...hey," Willy stuttered raising his hands. "Calm down Spike."

"Who told you?"

"Spike, don't worry. I won't tell anyone, remember I'm on your side....buddy."

"Don't call me that! And that's not the answer I'm looking for."

"I don't remember."

Spike lifted Willy higher and flashed his fangs.

"Okay, okay, okay. One night a demon came in rambling on and on that he had a secret. I gave him a few drinks to loosen his lips and he spilled. Said he overheard the Slayer talking to someone about it."

"Who was it?"

"I don't remember. Come on, I mean I have tons of demons coming in and out all day. I can't remember them all."

Spike released him.

"Give me a shot of tequila," he ordered. "And stay out of my sight."

"Will do Spikey, my boy," Willy said, quickly pouring the liquor. "Will do."

Spike watched Willy stroll away and sneered at him.

"Bloody wanker," he mumbled before drinking his tequila.

Spike saw a man take the stool next to him out of the corner of his eye.

"Double scotch," he heard the man order.

The man took a sip of his drink. "Had a nice roll?" he asked aloud, setting his glass down.

Spike looked over at him. "You talkin' to me?"

The man smiled. "Yes, you smell like you just got laid."

Spike sighed deeply. "Not that its any business of yours, but yeah I did."

"Human, too."

"What?"

This time the man turned his head to Spike. "She was human."

Spike narrowed his eyes at him.

"I can smell her blood in you. You feed from her," he informed Spike, sensing his confusion. "Did you kill her?"

"No."

"That good, huh?"

"I don't know who you are, but you better stop smel..."

"Name's Ramone," the man greeted offering his hand to Spike.

Spike never removed his eyes off him and didn't shake his hand.

Ramone pulled his hand back and took another sip of his drink.

"Just arrived in Sunnydale two days ago," he said. "Nice place, except for all the demons."

"Aren't you one?"

"I guess you can say I am."

"Why do you hate demons then?"

"Never said I hated them. I just don't like them. I think they're all brain-dead morons with the maturity of a five year old," he explained then added. "With the exception of a few."

"You do realize you're in a demon bar?"

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Willy was busy talking to some regular demons when he noticed a girl he'd never seen before come in.

The girl searched the room as if trying to find someone or something.

"Can I help you?" Willy asked

The girl slowly moved closer to the bar, still glancing around as she did so.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's original," she insulted, placing her hands on the bar. "I'm looking for someone. Heard he was here in Sunnydale."

"Is he a demon?"

"A vampire."

Willy grinned. "Then you've come to the right place."

"I know. I was told he might hang out here sometimes."

"Well, why don't you describe him to me. I might be able to help you out."

"If you saw him you'd never forget him. He has bleached hair, wears a leather duster, goes by the name Spike."

Willy stared at her. "Um, Spike you said?"

"Yes, is he here?"

Willy pointed to his left.

The girl leaned back and looked down the length of the bar.

"Thank you," she said when she spotted him.

Willy frowned after the girl was gone.

"How does he do it?"

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"So this Bronze, that's where all the humans hang out?"

"Yep, most of them anyway. All the fresh blooded humans...good for killing, eating....or shagging."

"Not really into killing them."

Spike arched his brows and grinned. "You more of a shaggin guy?"

"Spike?"

Spike looked over his shoulder to see who'd said his name. When he saw who it was he turned all they way on his stool.

"Vanessa?"

TBC............

Chapter 18: "Woke up this Morning"

"I just can't understand this," Joyce said while pouring herself a new cup of coffee. "You're so young. You're only eighteen. How could this happen?"

Joyce waited for a response from her daughter but Buffy was in another world. She had stayed awake most of the night waiting for Spike to come back. It was now morning and he still hadn't returned.

"I'm sorry Mom, what?"

Joyce sighed heavily and sat down at the table across from Buffy.

"Buffy, I would really like to know how this happened. I mean, you sleeping with Spike, then..."

"I'm not sleeping with him."

Joyce nodded her head. "I just wish you had told me sooner. I'm your mother and I hate it when you hide stuff from me."

"Mom, I was confused," she tried to explain. "And I'm scared."

"What...?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"I'll get it," Joyce spoke, getting up from her chair.

Joyce brushed Buffy's shoulder comfortingly as she left the kitchen to
answer the front door. The doorbell rang again as she grasped the knob
and swung the door open to find Xander, Willow, and Giles on the other side.

"Giles, Willow, Xander. What brings you here so early?"

"May we come in, Joyce?" Giles asked, gesturing with his hand.

Joyce held her head in her hand. "Where are my manners?" she mumbled lightly. "Yes, come in."
She stepped aside and opened the door wider.

"Is Buffy here?" Giles asked as he crossed the threshold.

"Oh, yes. Buffy!"

Buffy came into the room seconds later.

"Who is it.....oh, hi guys."

"Buffy, where's Spike?"

Buffy looked down at the ground.

"He's not here."

Giles smiled. "Good. What I have to tell you I don't want him to hear."

Giles and the others started into the den. Joyce gave Buffy a questioning look. Buffy shrugged her shoulders.

"What do you mean 'you don't want him to hear'?" she asked as she moved into the den.

Giles opened a book he had brought with him and started to flip through it.

"Last night I came across something that might relate to your current situation."

"What did you find?"

"A passage," he answered, still flipping through pages. "Ah, here it is."

He cleared his throat and began to read aloud to everyone in the room.

"A child born to the moon and sun. All doors once opened will close as one."

"The sun represents you Buffy and of course the moon represents Spike," Willow explained from her seat on the couch.

"What about the doors?"

Giles shut the book and removed his glasses. "This passage seems to indicate the start of something. We still don't know what it fully means or why Spike is involved."

"When will we find out more?"

"Angel's friend from LA is supposed to arrive soon with some scrolls. Angel told me they contain information that may be useful to us."

"And if they don't?"

"Then we'll keep looking."

"So," Xander spoke up, clapping his hands together. "I'm sure this calls for a special Scooby meeting. What time should we meet tonight?"

"I think Buffy deserves some rest. The rest of you can enjoy yourselves tonight. I'll look over the scrolls myself before we meet again."

"Then the Bronze it is," Xander declared.

Buffy's face lit up. "I think I'll take a rain check on that resting and go with you guys."

"Buffy are you sure? Maybe you should stay home tonight," her mother suggested.

"I'm sure," she told her Mom. "Besides it will give me a chance to wear the outfit I just bought before I get too fat to wear it."

Willow smiled. "Yea, fun night."

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Joyce was in the kitchen when she heard the door open.

"Spike," she greeted when she saw him walk in. "Where have you been?"

Spike ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, out."

Joyce smiled softly then turned to the sink. "I was just about to make myself some hot chocolate. Would you like some?"

"You have those little marshmallows?"

Joyce glanced over her should at him and nodded.

A slow grin spread across his face. "Count me in."

Joyce filled a pot with milk and set it on the stove. She set the gauge to low then reached over and pulled two mugs out of the cupboard. She placed them on the counter near the stove.

"Where's the Sl....Buffy?"

Joyce walked over to the island Spike was sitting at and leaned against it.

"Out with Willow and Xander."

"Oh," he mumbled.

"So, Spike how have you been?"

Spike spotted a napkin laying near him. He picked it up and started to fiddle with it, using it as a distraction to avoid looking Joyce in the eyes.

"Not so good since I found out what I did to your daughter."

Joyce furrowed her brows. "Spike, you didn't know."

"Yeah, I didn't. Not supposed to be able to do that...you know vamp and all," he said, starting to tear at the napkin.

Joyce reached out and plucked the napkin from his grasp. Spike looked up at her.

"I don't want to be a dad, Joyce. I don't want this baby."

Joyce exhaled slowly. "I'm not the one you should be telling this to," she informed him. "But, I'm going to tell you something about when I became pregnant with Buffy. Maybe it will help you a little."

She realized then that she still had the napkin in her hand. She put it aside.

"Buffy wasn't planned."

Spike's eyes widened at her confession.

"Hank and I were just starting out. We were so young," she told him, her eyes becoming distant as she recalled the memories. "Not as young as you and...." she paused when she remembered what Spike was. "Not as young as Buffy. It was hard at first, dealing with the unexpected news. But, eventually the love we shared, Hank and I, helped us through it all. And, when Buffy was born, I took one look at her and knew she was a blessing."

Spike nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from. He didn't want to say what he was about to, but it had to be told.

"I don't love Buffy."

Joyce sighed. "Give it time Spike. It will all work out in the end," she told him. "Maybe you won't ever love my daughter, but you both have a child coming and that child will need you both."

Spike looked at Joyce and again nodded his head.

There was a moment of silence and understanding between the two of them before Joyce remembered the hot chocolate.

"I changed my mind about the cocoa. I think I'm going to head up to bed. Do you still want a cup?" she asked, heading over to the stove.

"Sure, I'm going to wait for Buffy to come home," he said while watching her pour milk into one of the mugs.

Joyce finished and placed the cup in front of him.

"Thanks," he said, referring to more than just the hot chocolate.

Joyce smiled. "You're welcome."


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Spike was just about finished with his cocoa when he heard the front door open. He set the mug down on the island and hopped off the stool. He could hear Buffy talking to someone as he made his way into the foyer.

"Tell Xander not to worry." He heard her tell someone just as he came into the foyer. "Spike won't be a problem much longer."

He heard the other person mumble something which caused Buffy to laugh. She then waved good-bye and shut the door.

Buffy turned and was startled as she saw Spike standing in the doorway.

Spike watched as she slowed her breathing then finally faced him with an icy glare.

"You have a bad habit of sneaking up on people," she seethed.

"What do you mean by, 'Spike won't be a problem'?" he asked, coming further into the foyer.

"Well," she began, "maybe if you hadn't of walked out last night you would've been here this morning when Giles came over."

Spike smirked. "What's the matter, luv? Frustrated cause we didn't finish?"

Buffy realized what she'd said and how it had sounded. "That's not what I meant..." She stumbled over her words, trying to hide the fact that it had upset her. "No."

Spike raked his eyes over her. He took in the outfit she was wearing and his lip curled in disgust. The whorishly tight leather pants she wore clung to her like a second skin. The top dipped low and was only held on by a strap around her neck and two strings that tied in the back.

"Where did you go tonight?" he asked, his eyes still roaming over her body.

"Out," she choked. Immediately she berated herself for sounding so weak. But how could she not? The way he seemed to be undressing her with his eyes made her pulse race.

"Out," Spike repeated, letting the word roll over his tongue. He moved closer. He lifted his eyes to hers.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "God, Spike, give me a break," she huffed then started to move around him.

Spike slapped his hands flat against the door on either side of her. Trapping her.

"Did you get what you wanted?" he growled, his eyes boring into hers.

Buffy opened her mouth to say something.

"Did you find some soddin wanker to screw you?"

Buffy blinked several times. Where the hell did he get that idea? That's when it dawned on her, he was jealous. She smiled.

"They were all over me like bees to honey," she told him. "Tons of them just itching to rip my clothes off."

Her smile widened and she leaned forward until her mouth was next to his ear.

"One said he wanted to fuck me so hard my head would explode."

She pulled back expecting to see anger in his eyes and all over his face. She was shocked when that wasn't what she saw at all. Instead his eyes shone in amusement and a cocky smile was plastered on his face.

"Slayer," he purred. "What would your friends think if they knew what you were doing. The slayer willingly giving her body to anyone and all for a brief screw."

"Bastard."

"Uh, uh." He chastised shaking his head from side to side. "None of that Slayer."

Buffy reached up to slap him, but Spike caught her wrist in his hand and forced her arm down to her side.

"Now," he said trailing his hand up her arm then back down. "I hope you told them 'no'. Cause ol' Spike 'ere doesn't like to share," he told her, pulling her body flush against his. "At least not until he's done with it."

TBC..................Spuffiness to come!

Chapter 19: "The Weakness in Me"

Rated: NC-17

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Buffy's breath caught in her throat as Spike lifted her up and slammed her against the door. He placed her legs around him. With one hand placed under her ass, he hoisted her higher. He used his other hand to untie the strings of her shirt and ripped it off her. He lowered his head and took one, now exposed, hard nipple into his mouth.

Buffy gasped. Her hands ran up and down the door, searching for something to grab hold of.

"Please, please, please..." she mumbled over and over.

Spike jerked his head away. He placed his free hand where his mouth had been, and roughly massaged her breast.

"That's it Slayer. Beg for me."

Buffy's mouth opened and closed. Her eyes were shut and her whole body was on fire, her mind trying to formulate coherent words.

"Spike......my Mom," she finally managed to speak.

"Bloody hell," Spike groaned, recalling that Joyce had gone up to bed not too long ago, which meant she probably wasn't fully asleep.

Spike pulled away from the door and took her into the den. He led her over to the couch and threw her down on it.

"No, not here," Buffy protested, starting to move off the couch.

Spike pushed her down and sat astride her.

"Too bad," he said while unfastening her pants.

Buffy pushed him back and sat up. "I said not here."

Spike grabbed hold of her arms and shoved her flat on her back. He laid on top of her.

"And I said too bad," he snarled. "Your mum won't hear us."

"Now," Spike said, sitting up and going back to undoing her pants. "Stop denying us what we both want."

"I don't want this," Buffy hissed.

"But you need it," Spike stated, yanking the leather pants off her.

Buffy sat up. She glanced at him, her breathing coming in short gasps.

"I need it."

Her hands wound around his neck and she pulled him to her.

"Buffy," Spike moaned before their lips connected.

Buffy pulled him with her as she laid down. The kiss began gentle then turned into a dueling match between their tongues.

Spike flinched from the tightness in his jeans. His cock was throbbing and practically begging for release. His hands moved between their bodies down to his zipper. He slid it down slowly then pulled himself free.

Buffy wrapped her legs around him and ground her pelvis into his erection.

Spike grunted harshly. He tugged the material covering her cunt aside and pushed inside of her.

Buffy broke the kiss and arched her back. Her face contorted in pain as she adjusted to him. The pain increased as he started to move.

Spike reared back then thrust forward, hitting the sensitive spot inside her with the head of his shaft. He felt her muscles convulse and knew he hit gold. He pulled out and did it again, harder this time.

Buffy's fingers gripped the leather on his shoulders. She became frustrated as she felt his still fully clothed body. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She pulled at his duster.

Spike stilled his movements. He quickly shed his duster and pulled his black shirt over his head, tossing both items carelessly to the floor. He braced his body over her and proceeded to fuck her.

Each thrust became urgent and faster. He wanted to give her her release as well as find his own.

Buffy winced each time his pelvis hit her clit.

Spike noticed her holding back. Once again denying herself of something she needed and wanted. He touched her cheek and she looked at him.

"Scream Slayer," he ground out between forceful thrusts.

Buffy shut her eyes.

Spike could hear her breathing pick up. Her pulse racing. He stretched out on top of her and placed his mouth close to her ear. He looked at her, studied her features. The tautness of her jaw. Her muscles twitching as he continued to pound into her.

"Tell me," he panted. "Who's fucking you."

A whimper escaped Buffy's lips.

Spike dug his nails into her thighs. He held them against his hips.

"Tell. Me," he growled, "Who's fucking you so hard....your whole.....body is gonna explode."

"You," she answered softly.

Spike licked her ear then took the lobe in his mouth and sucked on it.

"You," she repeated a little louder.

Spike's pace picked up. He buried his face in her neck. Panting into her hair, and pushing himself deeper.

Buffy threaded her fingers into the hair at his nape, holding him to her. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck.

Spike knew what she wanted. His face vamped and he sunk his fangs into her. He felt her body jerk, but ignored it. Instead he relished the fact that she willingly gave him her blood. He drank greedily, taking as much as he could before her muscles clamped around his cock.

"Spike!" Buffy screamed.

Hearing her yell his name made him cum, his cock spurting cold semen inside her.

"Spike, Spike...." she chanted, coming down from her brief moment of ecstasy. Spike retracted his fangs and licked the wound.

"That's right, Slayer," he whispered to her. "Me."

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"Spike, Mummy has something for you."

Spike looked up when he heard Dru. He was standing in front of a closed door with
Dru beside him. He looked over at her.

"Dru," he moaned, brushing the back of his hand across her cheek. "Why won't you come back to me?"

Dru closed her eyes and placed her hand over his.

"I'm lost without you. Something is happening to me," he told her, leaning over and placing his forehead against hers. "These things I'm feeling for......they're destroying me."

Dru pulled away and placed a finger over her lips.

"Hush. I have just the thing to make you all better."

She opened the door. Spike looked up and inside the room. It was empty save for the huge bed in the middle draped in sheer fabric.

Dru took his hand and led him inside.

Spike caught a whiff of something familiar and stopped her from taking him any further.

Dru smiled. She let go of his hand and continued into the room, stopping by the huge bed.

"You smell it," she said, running her hand over the fabric hiding the bed. "The blood, the strength, the weakness."

She started to walk around the bed, still gliding her hand lightly over the fabric.

Spike nodded his head. He smelled all of it.

Dru laughed. "Don't you love it?" she asked, coming back around the bed to the spot where she had started. This time she held the fabric in her grip and dragged it with her. The fabric pulled away and Spike froze at what he saw.

Buffy, lying on the bed, naked and chained by her wrists to the headboard.

He watched Dru climb onto it and lay down next to Buffy. Dru ran her hand up and down Buffy's arm.

"She's been bad," Dru whispered, her eyes raking over Buffy's nude form.

"Stole me daddy and now...." she looked up at Spike, "my Spike."

Spike swallowed hard. "Is she dead?"

Dru pouted. She returned her gaze to Buffy and shook her head slowly.

"No, but she will be."

Spike took one step then paused. The scent blew by him again. He groaned when he realized what it was.

"When I found her you had just left," Dru explained, knowing exactly what he smelled. "Drowning in her desire for you. Her weakness....you."

"Me?"

"She craves you. You can smell it."

Her arousal, that was what he smelled, mixed with her blood.

"Her blood....."

Dru giggled like a little child. "I've been naughty too. I had a little taste."

Spike moved closer. He stopped at the edge of the bed. Dru reached out and pulled him down beside her.

"Touch her," Dru instructed, guiding his hand over to Buffy.

Spike placed his hand over her chest. Buffy's body lifted off the bed. Her skin touched his hand.

"See," Dru said. "She senses you."

"How?"

"But you don't sense her."

Spike shook his head.

"The baby stopped crying."

Spike pulled his eyes away from Buffy and looked at Dru, his face a mask of confusion.

"I want to hear the baby, Spike. Kill her," she told him, nodding to Buffy. "Kill her and I can hear the baby again. Touch the baby."

Spike jumped off the bed. "Dru, stop speaking in riddles and tell me what the bleeding hell you're talking about."

Dru slid off the bed. "Kill her. Kill her and the feelings will be gone. You'll be with me again."

She vamped and went over to him. "You can do it. You want to do it."

Spike's face shifted to his demon.

"All for you, luv," he whispered before jumping on top of Buffy and sinking his fangs into her.

The second her blood hit his mouth he heard crying in the distance.

"The baby." He heard Dru cry.

Spike ignored her. He continued to drink, letting the rich substance pool in his mouth before allowing it to flow down his throat. He savored every gulp.

"Spike." He heard the figure pinned beneath him moan. He halted his drinking when he felt Buffy wrap her legs around his waist and grind into him.

His cock hardened. He jerked his fangs free. He lifted his body and looked at her. She was still, just laying there with her eyes closed. He also found that her legs were no longer wrapped around him.

Spike shook his head, trying to figure out what had just happened. He was all set on draining his third slayer and then he couldn't do it. Something deep stopped him from doing it.

"I can't," he whispered, staring down at Buffy. "I can't do it."

TBC...................................(more spuffiness)

Chapter 20: "Forgetting"

Rated: NC-17

I always do this.....I post without thanking Sarah(vampgrl) for her beta'ing. I am so sorry! Thank you, thank you, thank you Sarah. I appreciate the suggestions you made, I will take those to heart.
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Buffy awoke to the sound of a loud, irritating noise. She rolled over onto her side and slammed her hand down on the alarm. The noise stopped and she rolled onto her back and sighed. She heard someone groan beside her. She glanced over and saw Spike asleep on his stomach, the sheet covering him up to his waist, his head on the edge of the pillow, his arm tucked underneath it while the other hung off the side of the bed.

Buffy reached over and shook him roughly.

"Spike, get up."

He groaned again. He lifted his head and turned it to see Buffy glaring at him.

"Wake me up for another go, pet?" he asked, turning over slowly.

Buffy curled her lip. "A whole lotta 'no' to that question."

Spike slinked closer to her. He moved his hand down under the blanket.

"Come on, pet," he urged. "Start the day off right with a bit o' shaggin."

"Did you not hear me when I said no the first time?" she asked.

Spike only continued his hand's descent.

Buffy sighed when she realized he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

"I have to be somewhere."

Spike moved over her, pinning her down to the mattress.

"At least let me have a little breakfast before you go."

Buffy shook her head and covered the wound on her neck from last night with her hand.

"I am not letting you bite me again. I don't know why I let you in ...."

"That's not what I had in mind," he interrupted, inching down her body.


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Joyce passed by Buffy's room and heard a moan. She placed her ear flat against the door, waiting for another sound. A knock at the front door stopped her before she could listen for any more noise.

Reluctantly she stepped away from the door and made her way down the steps to see who was visiting.

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Spike licked Buffy's quivering cunt one last time, lapping up her sweet juices before crawling up the length of her body.

"Nummy," he commented. "Enjoy that?"

Buffy licked her chapped lips. She looked at Spike through hooded eyes and nodded her head.

"Yeah," she breathed.

"Now comes the fun part," he said before sliding himself inside her.

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"Buffy has a doctor's appointment today?" Joyce asked, closing the door behind Willow and Oz.

Willow looked up the stairs then turned to Joyce.

"Yep, Oz and I are taking her."

"I thought she just had one."

"Oh, well this is just an information appointment. They just want to give her the results of some tests they ran and give her her prenatal vitamins."

"Well, let me go wake Buffy. I don't know why she isn't up yet."

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Buffy barely heard the knock on her door over Spike's grunting. It wasn't until she heard her mother's voice that she became aware someone was on the other side.

"Spike," Buffy panted, pushing at his shoulders.

"Ignore it. They'll go away," Spike said, still pumping in and out of her.

Buffy shoved him off her. She rose from the bed and frantically searched for something to cover herself with. She found her robe and put it on.

"Uh, Slayer?" she heard Spike say just as she reached for the knob.

Buffy looked over her shoulder. Spike was sprawled on the bed, the covers bunched at his feet revealing his nude form.

"You gonna leave me like this?" he asked moving his eyes down.

Buffy followed his gaze. Her eyes caught sight of his throbbing erection jutting out from his body.

"You did it to me the other night," she replied coldly.

Buffy turned the knob and opened the door a little. She squeezed out into the hallway, careful to not let her Mom see Spike.

"Mom, what's up?"

Joyce eyed her daughter suspiciously. "Are you okay? Are you sick? You look a little flushed."

Buffy cupped her face in her hands. "What?....No, I'm fine."

"Okay," Joyce said softly, still staring at Buffy with concern. "Willow is downstairs. She's here to take you to the doctor's."

Buffy groaned. "I completely forgot about that. Um, tell her I'll be right down."

Buffy smiled weakly at her mother before squeezing through the door back into her room.

"Shit, shit, shit," Buffy cursed, moving around the room hurriedly.

"What's the hurry, luv?" Spike asked, watching her shove her arms into a shirt.

"Willow's downstairs."

"And?"

"And, I have a doctor's appointment to go to."

Spike sat up. "The baby?"

Buffy spotted her sweats and quickly put them on.

"Yes."

"Shouldn't I go? I am the father after all."

Buffy found her shoes and slipped them on. "You can't, it's the middle of the day."

Spike fell back against the pillows, defeated. "Next time make it at night," he suggested.

Buffy ignored him. She fluffed her hair and looked herself over in the mirror. Satisfied with what she'd managed in a few minutes, she left without saying a word to Spike.

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Buffy was waiting, impatiently, in Dr. Morris's office. The nurse had brought her in and told her that Dr. Morris was busy with another patient and that she was supposed to wait here. For twenty minutes Buffy had sat in the chair in front of Dr. Morris's desk, her eyes surveying the room and its contents. On the desk there were picture frames of Dr. Morris and what Buffy presumed was her family. Two children dressed in a gypsy outfit and a pirate's outfit were the focal point of one picture. Buffy picked it up and brought it closer to her. She studied the children's faces, the bright smiles they wore, the contentment in their eyes. How she envied them.

Buffy sighed and replaced the frame back on the desk in its previous spot. She went back to looking around the room and reading various posters on pregnancy and one on "101 Ways to Praise a Child". She nearly jumped out of her seat when she heard the door click open.

"Buffy," Dr. Morris greeted without lifting her head up from the file she was reading. "How are you feeling today?"

Buffy watched Dr. Morris walk behind her desk and sit down in her huge leather executive looking chair. The doctor finally looked up at Buffy, waiting for an answer.

"Exhausted."

Dr. Morris smiled. "That's to be expected."

Buffy leaned forward a little, trying to peek at the file Dr. Morris had open on her desk.

"So, how does everything look?"

"Fine."

Buffy exhaled in relief.

"But," Dr. Morris went on, flipping through the papers of Buffy's file.

"But what?"

"Your iron level is pretty low."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Dr. Morris eyed Buffy. She noted the concerned look on her face and the fear that was evident in her eyes.

"Nothing that pills won't fix."

Buffy exhaled again. These doctor visits were turning out to be more stressful than the
slaying part of her life.

Dr. Morris picked up a pen and started to fill out a prescription for Buffy to get filled. When she finished she placed the pen aside and folded her hands together and rested them on top of the desk.

"Before you leave there is one thing I would like to discuss with you."

"Okay."

"I want to meet the father."

Buffy's mouth fell open. She had been expecting something surprising, but this...this statement made her heart stop.

"You what?" Buffy choked out after some of the shock drained from her system.

"The father. You said you knew who the father was, so I would like to meet him."

"Um.....him and I......me and him....we don't really......"

"He doesn't have to come with you. Can you just give me his name or phone number? I want to meet him. See what he's like." Dr. Morris explained. "The way I work is I like to know everything about my patients and their baby."

"I can tell you everything you need to know. Believe me."

"Buffy, if you don't want me to talk to him it's all right. I just thought I would run it by you and see what you thought. It's really not that important. I just wanted to talk to him, ask him how he feels about the baby. And maybe answer some questions he has. Father's are as much a part of the pregnancy as the mother is."

Buffy huffed. "Yeah, but with the added bonus of no pain."

"With the way your hormones are going to change, believe me, the man does go through pain.....for at least a couple months."

Buffy smiled weakly then glanced down at the prescription note in her hand. She was shocked at the amount of pills Dr. Morris had prescribed.

"All this for the baby?"

"Some for you as well."

Buffy folded the paper and placed it neatly in her pocket. "Is that all?" she asked, glancing back up at Dr. Morris.

"Yes, you can set up your next appointment on the way out."

"Thank you."

Buffy stood and turned towards the door. She was halfway to it when Dr. Morris spoke.

"I hope you change your mind about the father. I would really like to meet him."

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For two hours Spike remained in Buffy's bed. He laid awake finishing the job Buffy had abandoned. Jerking himself off to images of Dru and Buffy flashing through his mind. After that was taken care of he listened to Joyce moving around downstairs, waiting for her to leave. Finally she left and he was able to move around Buffy's room. He got dressed and debated on whether he should go to the basement and wait for Buffy to return or stay in her room. Being the evil vampire that he was he decided on the latter and began his snooping.

The first place he investigated was her dresser drawers. Nothing important in there, just her knickers and other dainty stuff. Before closing it and moving on, he snatched a pair of silk undies and shoved them into his pants pocket. He could use them next time he had to get off, alone. Even though he knew there would never be a next time, they would be for a 'just in case' scenario.

Her desk was the next area for his snooping. Lightly pushing papers aside on top of the desk he found nothing of interest. He pulled open a drawer and found a book shoved way in the back. He plucked it out and read the title.

"What to Expect When You're Expecting," he read aloud.

Intrigued, he sat down in the chair and opened the book to read.

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Buffy came home and found Spike still in her room, laying on her bed with his nose buried in a book.

"What are you doing?"

Spike lifted his head. "This is bloody amazing," he said, returning to his reading without answering her question. "Did you know that your breast size will double by the end of your pregnancy.....it wont stay that way, sad to say, but still double. And, did you also know that a birth can take up to 24 hours?"

Buffy went over to him and jerked the book out of his grasp.

"You went through my desk," she cried, her voice laced with disgust.

Spike folded his arms behind his head and laid back on the pillow. "Had to find something to do. You did leave me alone with your mum still prancing about."

Buffy growled low in her throat and threw the book at him. Spike caught it. He opened it and flipped through the pages.

"Hormones," he said, his eyes scanning the pages still. "Book said somethin' about hormones, how they make the woman all moody. I'll have to read some more on that topic, 'cause a hormonal slayer cannot be a good thing."

"These aren't hormones, Spike," Buffy spat. "It's just me being annoyed with you as usual."

Spike stood up from the bed. "You weren't so annoyed with me last night....or this morning."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Last night I must have been out of my mind."

Spike smiled at her excuse. "Out of your mind with ecstasy."

He moved closer until he was standing in front of her. He heard Buffy's breathing shift roughly. The smile on his face grew.

"Your mum won't be home for hours," he told her, running his hand over the bottom of her shirt. "You can scream and moan as loud as you want. No worries."

Buffy inhaled sharply when his cool hand ducked under her shirt and touched her skin.

"You don't have to be anywhere," he continued to tick off reasons. "I can't leave....sun's out."

Spike knelt down in front of her as he held her gaze with his own. His fingers hooked inside the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down to her ankles.

Buffy looked away. Her eyes focused on the wall in front of her, her mind trying to think of anything besides the feel of Spike's hands on her thighs, his lips brushing against the material covering her most intimate area.

Spike stood. He lifted his hands and cupped her face. He stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb. He could feel the strength in her body draining away, watched as her eyes clouded over with desire. Slowly he pulled her towards the bed. He turned her around and gently laid her down on her back. He pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide. His eyes meet hers one last time before he lowered his head.

Buffy tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. She let herself be pulled away. For once forgetting about her life. Forgetting who and what Spike was and just allowing herself to enjoy what he gave.


TBC.....................

"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real."
-Tupac Shakur

Chapter 21: "Who's that Girl?" (PG-13)

Thanks to my beta reader Sarah(vampgrl) for helping me out and everything else! You are my hero!

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Spike strolled down the sidewalk, a cigarette held in his left hand. After the sun had set and Buffy had left he'd decided to pay someone a visit. He heard giggling coming from up ahead and lifted his head to see who it was.

A group of girls, obviously wasted, were walking, half stumbling, in his direction. As they got closer he moved aside to avoid running into them. Other times he would have gladly remained in their way, but tonight he just wanted to find this place he was going to.

"Hey cutie," he heard a girl slur as the group passed.

"Alison," the girl's other friends gasped before bursting into another fit of laughter.

He faintly caught Alison's remark to her friends that she wouldn't mind screwing him.

"Stupid chit," Spike mumbled, tossing the cigarette butt away before reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out a napkin and unfolded it. The number on it was barely legible from being crammed inside his pocket for so long.

"103," he read aloud.

Spike glanced upwards and noticed that he had finally reached the place his acquaintance was staying at. He passed several rooms before finding the door marked '103' and knocked.

The door swung open and a girl stood there staring at him. She smiled.

"I'm glad you decided to stop by," she said, stepping aside and allowing him to come in."

The dirty motel Spike required no invite and Spike walked into the center of room and looked around slowly. It was a small, simple room, with only a bed and nightstand. Not a telly in sight, he observed.

"Vanessa, what are you doing here?" he asked, not turning around to address her.

"You know why I'm here," she answered casually, her body propped against the door that was now closed.

Spike chuckled softly. "You're right, I do know why you're here. So, I guess the more appropriate question would be how did you find me?"

This time he did turn around to look at her.

Vanessa smiled. "I followed the trail you left," she replied, pushing off the door and walking over to the bed. She sat down casually on the edge and continued. "After living with vampires for a while you tend to pick up on places they hide out, and who to ask questions to."

"I'm not hiding."

Vanessa quirked her brows at his declaration. "You're not hiding from my brother?"

"Not anymore. I have bigger problems than an over-protective brother."

"I would worry if I were you," she suggested. "He's still very upset that you ruined my marriage to Nyzamur."

"I didn't ruin anything. You could've still married that chaos demon."

Vanessa stood and moved to stand in front of him. She shook her head slowly back and forth.

"Nyzamur wanted a virgin wife. After my night with you I wasn't so pure or innocent anymore."

Spike eyed Vanessa coldly. "Does your brother know what happened that night?"

"He knows what he knows."

Spike sighed roughly. "So, he doesn't know that you sought me out, got me drunk and seduced me," Spike said, stressing each proclamation of 'me' with irritation.

"All he cares to know is that you ruined a prosperous merger for him."

"You know you're being here is going to get us both killed."

"If he finds out."

"He will find out."

Vanessa's eyes lit up and she smiled. The look on her face proved to Spike that she knew something.

"What did you do?"

Vanessa turned away from him and made her way back to the bed. "Let's just say that I covered my tracks better than you did."

Spike ran a hand through his hair then down his face. "I don't know why I came here."

"I do," Vanessa said, lifting her hand to the front of her shirt. "You've been thinking of me like I've been thinking of you," she explained as she started to unbutton her shirt. "Ever since our night together I've been on your mind."

Spike studied her before lowering his eyes. He started to pat his hands around his duster, feeling for his smokes. When he located them he pulled one free and lit it.

"Not really, pet," he told her, flicking his lighter closed with a quick snap of his wrist. "Like I said before, got bigger things on my mind."

Vanessa finished unbuttoning her shirt and was now sliding it off her shoulders. "I can take your mind off these big problems you claim to have."

Spike inhaled deeply from the fag between his lips, holding her gaze with his own. Usually right about now, maybe even before she had the first button undone, he would be slamming into her. Fucking her so hard she'd be a pile of mush by the time he was done. She was a sight to behold. Her auburn hair falling just below her waist. Her green eyes holding the right amount of desire in them, showing that she gave as good as she received. Surprising attribute for a virgin, he thought, to know already the art of seduction with the minimal amount of experience she had.

But, despite all this, he didn't want to. Well, he wanted to, just not right now. Only hours before he had finished shagging the slayer, and somehow it just seemed too soon for another roll in the hay.

Spike took one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He noticed out of the corner of his eye as Vanessa pulled off her bra. He lifted his eyes to her.

Who was he kidding? He could go for another roll, especially with Vanessa.

Spike straightened his body and shrugged out of his duster. A low laugh sounded in Vanessa's throat just as Spike pinned her.

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"Buffy, you're here," Xander called, seeing the petite slayer enter the library. "We were starting to wonder if you'd show up or not."

"Sorry guys," she apologized, walking over to Angel, who was leaning against a bookcase. "Something came up."

Something had come up, she wasn't lying. That something had been Spike, in fact he had come up two additional times before she could leave to come to the meeting.

Buffy mentally berated herself, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She couldn't understand why she was allowing herself to succumb to Spike so effortlessly and so often.

"Something wrong?"

Buffy heard Angel's voice over her thoughts and quickly shut them off. She stopped by his side and glanced up at him, flashing a bright smile.

"Everything's fine," she answered. "Why do you ask?"

"You just seem distracted."

"Nope, no distraction here. Completely distraction free."

"Good, Buffy, you're here."

Angel and Buffy both turned their heads to see Giles coming out of his office with a pile of books in his hands. He made his way to the table Xander, Willow, and Oz were seated at and plopped
them down on it.

"Just in time to help us go through some books," he said, taking his glasses off and looking in her direction.

Buffy's face fell at the sight of all the books scattered across the table.

"Uh.....maybe I should patrol," she mumbled, her eyes still glued to the books. "I'm good with the patrol thing."

"Come on, Buffy," Willow said, taking a book off the top of the pile. "You can read with me."

"Buffy, you can't leave the library," Giles informed her. "Angel's friend is due to arrive any minute and you will need to be here."

Buffy sighed and let her shoulders slump. She dragged herself over to the table and fell into a chair beside Willow.

"All right."

Angel moved away from the bookcase and headed towards the door. "I'm going to go see if I can find my friend," he told them, reaching for the door. "Make sure he's not lost."

No one bothered to look up from the books they were reading.

"Okay?"

Giles finally acknowledged him. "Yes, of course Angel. Go make sure....." his voice trailed off. Obviously the book being more interesting than where Angel was heading.

"I'll be right back."

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When Angel was sure he was far enough away from the library he let his fury fly. His fist went sailing into the lockers that lined one side of the hallway. The metal crushed under his violent blow. He turned away from the lockers and started pacing back and forth in the hallway. His demon was on the verge of emerging. It had taken everything in him to control it in the library earlier when Buffy stood next to him. It angered him that she was lying. Lying to him and to her friends about everything.

"So, now do you believe me?"

Angel growled low when he heard the familiar voice of his friend. He stopped his pacing and rested his head against the cool metal of the lockers.

"He's all over her," he said through clenched teeth. "I can smell it."

"That's the way it must be," his friend told him calmly.

"Why? She doesn't love him. He doesn't love her."

"Not yet."

Angel spun away from the lockers and grabbed his friend by the throat, slamming him into the wall opposite the lockers.

"He won't ever love her. I'll kill him before he does."

"Calm down Angelus. I told you it would be this way."

Angel dropped his hand and turned away from his friend.

"Don't call me that."

His friend brushed his hands over his shirt sleeves and straightened his clothes. He stepped away from the wall.

"The way you're acting it only seems appropriate."

"You know why I'm acting this way."

"Yes, I do."

The man waited for Angel to calm himself. He hated seeing his friend this way, fighting against his inner demon. He hated seeing what this was doing to him and knowing that it would only get worse.

TBC.........................

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