The Surrogate 16

HEALTH WARNING : Contains Fluffiness…studies have shown that this is an addictive substance, and people can develop dependency the more they read it.

By
Mercy

NC-17
Thanks to Kar for another great edit job….big hugs and kisses sweetie you're such a great friend!!

Want Have Need…A Second Helping…

Buffy stretched out on the bed as the alarm clock went off; she rolled over with her eyes still closed as she banged on the 'snooze' button. Reaching over, she grappled with air as she struggled to find a non-existent Spike not lying beside her. With a grin on her face she opened her eyes hoping to see him in the en-suite. Looking, she could see that he wasn't there and didn't appear to be anywhere in the master bedroom, lifting herself out of the bed, she slung her body over the edge and grasping the sheet, she covered herself and went out in search for him.  Finding him in the kitchen eventually, she watched on as he stood over the stove cooking eggs, he hadn't noticed her arrival down the stairs as she stood at the doorway.  

He stood naked in the kitchen, with the blinds open onto her next-door neighbours, Spike appeared to be one thing and that was not shy. He jumped back suddenly as the eggs hissed and spat oil at him, picking up the pan and taking it off the heat; he sat it on one of the cold elements. Wiping himself with a tea towel, Buffy quickly walked into the room, hiking up the sheet as she went to his aid, wetting the tea towel that she grabbed from his hand, she held it against his now reddening chest.

"And I thought me and cooking weren't mixy things," Buffy pulled the towel away to check the skin for forming blisters. "What are you doing cooking in the kitchen without any clothes on?"

"Hey I can cook thank you, at least I don't burn water like some do, Miss Summers," Spike laughed at her as he grabbed the hand that held the towel in place over his chest. "And cooking naked is one of my favourite hobbies if you please. It also has its advantages that I'm ready at a moments notice." Spike emphasized this by sliding her hand on his chest down towards his groin and the already straining hard flesh against his stomach. "Maybe you'd like to see if something else is ready to heat up?"

Spike grabbed Buffy by the sheet and began to pull it away from her body, turning slightly back to the stovetop he turned the gas off and put his full attention back her. She tugged against the gentle grip he had on the linen as she tried to move out of the kitchen, one thing for sure was she in no way wanted an audience. She titled her head and shrugged her shoulders towards the living room as she moved backwards. Spike shifted himself behind her, embracing her around her waist as he guided her to the living room.

"Kitchen not your style Luv?"

"No. Neighbours getting a free peep show do it for you, Spikey?" Buffy pouted her lips and drawled on her words. "Or maybe a 'how pregnant woman do it?' exhibition?"

Pulling her onto the sofa, he sat with a now naked Buffy on his lap as he pulled the sheet away from her as she sat down. He slipped his arm around her waist to give her more support as she slid back as comfortably as her pregnancy would allow, Buffy ended up sitting sideways on his lap, grasping his neck for more leverage. With a sexy smirk on his face he looked her up and down, again and again until his free hand began to follow his gaze. Over her shoulder down her breast and across her girth, he slid two single digits of his hand running it back until he held her face in his hand.

"No exhibition madam, this is a private show only," Spike said to her as his face descended to her own. Taking her lips with his own, he covered the soft skin with gentle nips and swipes of his tongue, butterfly kisses came in between the teasing of her flesh. "I want you…last night wasn't enough Buffy…I want more…

"I know," Buffy slipped her hand down between them and grasped his now straining cock between her hands. "Are you always this hard, Spike?"

"Since karma threw us together, sweetheart, always," Spike lifted his hips off the sofa in response to her question. "Just gotta look at you these days Buffy and I get hard. Just wanna grab you and find the closest place to fuck. Watch those sweet lips of yours around my cock." Spike slid one of his hands between her legs as he continued to kiss her, punctuating each one with words. "Getting caught between your legs, feel you so wet for me, feel you come around me. Been fantasizing about you for so long."

Buffy could feel herself began to shake a little as a flush of pleasure spread through her, his words although a little embarrassing, were something that she wasn't used too, but she found them so stimulating. Just as stimulating as the hand that began to strum her clit, soft gentle strokes of his finger around and over the hardening nub. Buffy spread her legs further as he slid an opposing finger adjacent to her clit, along the wet fleshy tissue just rubbing its surface, not really going anywhere, just spreading the growing heat and pleasure along her pussy. She remembered the care and tenderness that he'd displayed for her the other night, the first time they'd made love and the second slow sensuous second time that night. But this was raw and passionate, it burned and smouldered threatening to consume her, nevertheless she felt the yearning to give more to him this time.  

Last night had all been about her, even though she knew that he had derived an absolute pleasure from their joining last night, for it to all be about her again just gave her no satisfaction. So she decided to set the pace tonight and let it be for him, and the pleasure she could receive from him by inflicting the most delicious pleasures. With a devilish smile on her face, she slid from his lap and onto her knees in front of him, holding onto his legs for balance.

"Buffy?"

Taking hold of him in her hands, she slid her fingers along the growing ridge of his cock, the skin stretching and the veins beginning to bugle as it harden beneath her grasp. With deliberate slow up and down movements of her hand she stroked him, he watched as she applied increasing pressure into her grip, his face becoming distorted at times with the bliss she was creating for him. He bit gently onto his lower lip as she softly tugged on his knee with her other hand, motioning him to move forward and sit on the edge of the sofa. Doing as she asked, allowed him to lean forward, taking her face into his hands again he initiated a slow, long, deep and passionate kiss as she continued to play with his cock in her hands.

He invaded her mouth with his tongue as the rough texture of the flesh ran along side of her own, tempting her to explore his mouth in greater detail and depth.  Spike pulled a hand away from her hair, and slid it down her neck, collarbone, and along to her breast. Cupping the globe in his hand he massaged the mound in his hand, as the nipple began to harden and peak, between his fingers he grabbed the skin, tugging it forward as the skin stretch slightly under the force. Rolling the flesh between his fingers, as she continued to stroke his cock, at times she would run her thumb just underneath the head of his penis, causing him to break away just for a second to catch his breath as pleasure cascade through the ridged length.

Spike finally pulled himself slightly away from her as she caressed the very tip of him, she could feel the slight shudder that ran through his body and felt the light pressure of his hands under her head. Trying to show that he wanted her to return to his lap or the sofa at least, but she resisted the urge to do as he asked and remembered her original intensions. Finding her own pleasure within his, this was his night. Sitting back slightly on her haunches, she licked her lips slowly with her tongue, flicking it out for a peep every now and then, as she slid one of her hands along his chest as she pushed him back into the sofa. Leaving his hips still on the end of the sofa and his back arched onto the rear of the sofa, and his arms stretched out tangled within her hair.

With slow deliberateness, Buffy moved her head forward towards his hips, looking at him all the time, she kissed his left knee and began to place soft kisses, nips and licks along his inner thigh until she just reached his groin area near his hip. Grasping his cock now in both of her hands, she licked the tip of his penis like an ice-cream cone in slow short bursts, running her tongue between the small ridge she found carved into the tip of his flesh. Making Spike grasp her hair tighter as she continued to tease him, through squinted eyes he watched as she slid him deeper into the recesses of her mouth, running her tongue along the veins that had grown along the ridge, twirling it around him and sucking his cock until he moaned in ecstasy.

Spike pushed gently against her head as she bobbed her head up and down as she held onto the base of the hard stem, her hand curled along the part of the ridge she had yet to envelope in her mouth. He encouraged her to explore the long extent of his hard flesh, as he gently pushed down on her head.

"That's it Luv, more….just a bit more….fuck Buffy…."Spike was lost in a vortex of pleasure and pure ecstasy. "Such hidden talent…didn't know that you could do this Goldilocks….that's my girl…suck me harder…please Goldie just a little harder," Spike strained his hips against her now as she did as he begged for.

Buffy enfolded what she could of his length into her mouth, as she increased the depth and time she slide her mouth and tongue along his cock. Grasping her cheeks together, she increased the suction she applied to his length, and her hand moved in time with her head in the opposite direction, continuing the friction along his cock.  Spike broke his gaze away from her as he pushed his head back in pleasure, his jugular veins bulged from the pressure, and his cheekbones became more sharpened as he gritted his teeth.

"Baby please…stop…Luv gonna come if you keep that up," Spike pulled on her hair gently. "Want to…come inside you," he spoke between his still gritted teeth. Buffy pulled her face up slightly and looked at him, pulling her mouth away from his cock; she licked the length from tip to base.

"It's alright I don't mind…doing this…being with you like this," Buffy said to him between short teasing licks. "However you want me, Spike, tell me and I'll do it. Anything."

"I know that Goldilocks, you've made that quiet evident, but there are two people here," Spike clutched her hair again trying to get her to let go of his hard length despite the delicious blissful felling he was experiencing. "Need you with me or it isn't half as fun, and being inside you is so much more pleasurable."

With his words, Buffy pulled herself slightly away from his lap finally, breaking the seal of her lips along his veiny flesh, she intensified the lust saturated gaze that she still held with him. Reacting, Spike pulled her up slightly as he slammed his mouth to her own, plundering her mouth immediately with his mouth, he engaged her in a passionate battle for dominance over their sensual dance. It was clear that she'd been in the drivers seat for a while but it was now his turn to take over, he'd guessed that she'd only wanted to return the favour of last night, as he'd made sure that she experienced every possible once of pleasure she could in his arms, that her pregnancy could allow.

She'd blown him out of the water last night, with her enthusiasm, lust, desire and her shyness engaged him to new heights, as he realised that she'd never experienced some of the things he'd done to her before.  Her blushing eyes at his words during their lovemaking made him smirk a few times as she would at first look away, to shy too until she couldn't look away anymore and would finally look at him with lust filled eyes. Taking the initiative, Buffy slid herself back and onto the shaggy carpet that lay on the carpet of the living room, with a raised hand and finger pointed outwards with a 'come hither' motion, she invited him to join her on the floor. Sliding himself onto the floor, onto his knees he crawled with a panther like movement until he reached her, stopping until he was facing her back.

Moving in as close as he could to her, he glided his hand around her back, onto her hips and around her pregnant abdomen, with the lightest touch of the tips of his fingers again. Buffy could feel his breath heavy and panting on her shoulder, her hair softly lifting with the force of the gush of air. With deliberate slow movements, he slid his hands up her abdomen and to her breasts,  pulling at the peaks for just a moment he continued until her reached her neck and chin. Pushing her head gently backwards with one hand, he locked gaze with her as his other hand retreated from where it originated, until it disappeared back between her legs.

Slipping into her wet folds of her pussy, it spread the lips between her legs and disappeared into the crease of her flesh until his thumb rested on her clit and two of his digits slid into the entrance of her vagina. He watched as she licked her lips and shut her eyes as he began to stroke the tight wet nub of flesh, and thrust his fingers inside her hungry sodden moist walls, clamping down on his fingers for more of his touch. Buffy lifted herself slightly of the floor as he increased the friction on her clit and speed of his thrust of his fingers inside her pussy.

"However I wanted you, you said?" Spike whispered into her ear. "Anything I wanted?"

"Yes," Buffy whispered between gasps of breath. "Anything."

"We're limited for choices Luv, and I don't want to waste time thinking about them," Spike pushed another finger inside her, curling his fingers along the cramping walls and making Buffy began to struggle slightly against him, as she grinded her hips against his hand. Not content with the attention he was giving her, she craved more than his fingers to accelerate her into a higher level of ecstasy. "Get on your hands and knees Goldilocks, time to see how your hair bounces as I fuck you from behind."

Buffy ceased the movements of her hips and pushed her body forwards towards the floor, she slid her hands along the rug as she did as he asked. Causing his hand to slip away from her body, he ran it along her upper thigh as she moved forward, resting on one of her cheeks of her bottom. Pushing himself slightly away from her he watched as she assumed her position on the rug, with his other hand he stroked himself in need to feel flesh on flesh, unable to wait any longer, desperate now to be inside her.

"Spread your legs and lean forward onto your elbows if you can…." Spike voiced laced with lust and burning passion. Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, he placed it under her abdomen to give her some comfort against the fibres of the rug. "That's it Buffy…just lift yourself a little higher up on your elbows Luv…comfortable?"

Sitting himself behind her, he caressed her cheeks of her bottom in soft circular motions of his hands. Resting them on her hips, he pulled himself up onto his knees and lowered himself flush with her own body, Buffy could feel his raging erection against her bottom. Pushing himself up and forward, he rubbed his hard cock against her right cheek, after a few short pumps against her flesh, until he took his erection in his hand and moved it between her moist folds of flesh.

He playfully teased her as he slid his cock between her wet folds, using his hardness to stroke and strum her clit, every time the ridge of his head passed over her nub it sent a surge of blazing fire through her body. Spike let his body become flushed against hers, his front covered her back; she could feel his breath on her shoulder again. His other hand reached around to one of her breasts that hung down from her chest from her prone position, grasping the globe he tugged the hardened nipple between his fingers, and cupped the weight of the flesh.

"Can you fel how much I want you Buffy? Feel my hard cock outside your pussy?" Spike whispered into her ear. "Do you want it Luv? Hard and pumping inside your wetness?"

Buffy was so lost in the pleasure that she was experiencing; she could only nod her head as she answered his question. Slipping his cock along the wet path he found, Spike slipped the head inside the open wet core of her body, and grasping her hips when he'd done it, gently pulled her backwards towards his hips. He heard her sharp gasp of oxygen as he filled her with the ridged length, he felt every inch of her wall muscles clamp down on him as he surged forward into her moist folds. Ever so slowly he travel down the path of her core, inch by agonising inch he moved deeper inside her, each inch forward came by a unhurried propelling upwards and downward stroke of his hard cock.

Buffy threw her head back as the tension within her body crescendo, to a deeper depth with every massage inflicted inside her and at times she just felt like she couldn't breathe as her pleasure continued to multiply.  With each downward stroke of his cock, he would grasp her hip just that little bit tighter as he brought her closer to his own body, she could feel every cell and nerve ending being stimulated by their lovemaking. As with each longer stroke of his cock inside her, Spike quickened his pace in time with his thrusts, making Buffy rock backwards and forwards on her knees, her hair swayed against her face as the pace increased. He watched in detail as tendrils of hair moved from her neck and down past her shoulders, to sway against her body.

"Are you okay sweetheart? Not to rough or uncomfortable for you?" Spike asked his beloved. "God, you feel so good. So bloody tight and wet for me."

"No…it's fine...fine," was all she could say she was so caught up in her passion.

Moving himself higher up against her, he lifted one of his legs up to a kneeling position giving him the freedom to gyrate his hips higher against her, deepening the angle of his thrusts inside of her. The change in direction caused a flood of burning heat to shear along her nerve endings, as the alteration of his movements dragged out his thrusts and augmented her satisfaction. Without an impediment from her pregnancy yet, Buffy's body screamed for greater release, as she could feel Spike's hesitation to anything that may harm her, so taking things into her own hands, she began to increase the pressure she was exercising in her thrust of her hips against his own. Bracing herself as best she could on the floor, she began to slam herself against him making him flow through her channel harder and faster. Realising that she was alright with this depth of penetration, he slammed himself into her without anymore hesitation, lifting her hips higher against his own. Over and over he pushed himself in and out of her wet core, each stroke giving him such undeniable pleasure and such a feeling of closeness to Buffy enfolded around him.

Even though his mind was so clouded with the sexual ecstasy he was experiencing, he couldn't deny the fact that he'd never felt so close to another human being in his life, he didn't know wether it was because it was that Buffy was pregnant with their child or that it was just Buffy. Yet he could see know that Lily and he had never achieved such heights during their sex, Spike shook his head at that thought, this was about the two of them in their lovemaking not about previous lovers, just such an overwhelming experience between the two of them.

Spike could feel Buffy's walls begin to clamp and pulse down harder upon him, he breathing caught in her throat as he sensed her approaching her climax and turned into a pant. Dropping a hand from her hips, he slipped it back to her clit, rubbing it in a frenzied motion to hasten her climax. Almost instantly, she began to slightly buck her hips against his own as she began her orgasm, her pant became a chant as she said 'yes' over and over again. Buffy began wildly to push herself harder against him as she let herself fall into the abyss that called out to her.

She turned her head towards him as she felt the first rush of orgasm claim her body, her eyes fixed with his as he watched them glaze over. With a few harder strokes of his own body against her own, he jerked against her body as he let his own orgasm grip and flow through him. Tightly now he gripped both her hips with his hands as with one last stroke, he flooded her core with himself, with a loud 'fuck' he come. Slumped against her for a few moments, he let the post bliss surge through him, with a great reluctance but a need to remove his weight from Buffy; he lifted himself away from her, and pulled himself up onto the sofa. With an extended hand he pulled her onto a seat next to him and taking the sheet she brought covered them with it, he guided her to a laying position on the sofa in which he enveloped her within his arms.

"Never get enough of you," Spike kissed her cheek, still short of breath. "Always want more…" his train of words broken by the phone ringing, he pulled against Buffy as she pulled herself up a little to answer the phone. "No let the answering machine get it."

The answering machine finally cut in after what seem an eternity as no one answered the phone, the cordial message played of Buffy saying that she wasn't at home and leave a message after the beep. 'Gonna have to change that to Buffy and Spike', he thought to himself, as he listened in for the caller to leave a message.

"William it's your father," as slight pause followed. "Why aren't you at work, son?" another pause, "You need to come in…it's Lily…she's here and wants to see you."

Buffy gasp of oxygen broke the silence of the room between the two, as Spike stiffened against her at hearing his wife's name, as if caught out by someone. Buffy shot up and dragging the sheet around herself left Spike lying on the sofa naked, and shell-shocked. Looking back at him, she staggered up the stairs and around the staircase out of view, her horror clearly written on her face. With a great reluctance, Spike got up and picked up the phone, turning the handset on and spoke to his father.

"Dad, I'm here," Spike stiffly spoke to his father. "What does she want?"

"To speak with you apparently," Spike father spoke quietly.

"She with you?"

"Yes Son, she is," his father spoke even quicker, his reluctance clearly written on his face. "But she won't say about what."

"Fuck….she's supposed to be in London!" Spike stated in horror. "Buffy's here and heard Dad, she's freaked out."

"Is she okay, William?" his voice laced with concern over the woman carrying his grandchild.

"I think so, Dad," spike looked up the staircase again. "I'll come in soon…I need to make sure that she's okay, she's my first priority. Just what we fucking need after we've just made…" his voice broke away.

"What William…?" his father enquired.

"Nothing Dad, nothing." Spike rubbed his hand against his forehead. "I'll be there soon."

"Take you're time Son, she can wait. After what she's done to you, finish what you were doing and have fun," his father spoke clearly and loudly ensuring that the woman in the room heard what he said. Spike heard a female voice ask his father something and his fathers muffled reply of, "I've interrupted them doing something important…if you must know." In a very sly voice clearly indicating what he'd interrupted, Spike could only smirk at his fathers handling of Lily. Let the bitch know who was the most important person in his life now, and that she'd been replaced already…her own sister now was the love of his life and the most precious thing he held.

Not Lily.

The Surrogate 17

By
Mercy

NC-17
Thanks to Kar….thank you isn't enough… you're a god send more like it... :)

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Spike found Buffy sitting on their bed with the sheet tightly gripped between her hands, she looked so pale against the white sheet, her eyes seemed vacant of all emotion and her cheekbones strained against taunt muscle as her teeth gritted together. He swallowed hard against his fear, still naked he walked into the room, grabbing one of her terry towelling robes he put it on and sat down next to her. Taking her hand within his own, he brought it to his lips, placing soft gentle kisses onto both the palm and forehand as he caught her chin with his other hand; he pulled her face towards his direction.

"Goldilocks?" Spike spoke quietly and lovingly towards her. "Buffy?"

"What does she want?" Buffy whispered so quietly that she could hardly be heard against the silence that echoed throughout the room.

"Don't know, Luv," Spike pulled himself closer to her. "Dad just said that she was at the office and wanted to see me." Her soft exhale of frustration filtered through room, she tightened her hold on his hand as she snuggled into him. "I'll have to go…" instantly he felt her whole body tense against him. "I don't want to deal with the bitch…sorry… woman…Luv, but I have to sometime. I want to get this fucking divorce out of the way, so I…no we can get on with us 'n' bub."

He watched as she twisted her free hand into a fist and slipped the tip of her thumb into her mouth, and gently bit the tip between her teeth. Spike knew that she was contemplating something, but what that was he didn't know, you could almost hear the cogs turn inside her head as she thought about the situation she was confronted with. He titled his head towards her as she looked through him with such an intensely deep gaze so lost in contemplation. Quickly breaking her gaze away from him for an instant, she looked away then back with such an animated stare towards him as she finally responded to him.

"I want to come with you," Buffy spoke sharply and rigidly. "I want to be there and see what she wants. I want to know what game she's playing now! I'm sick to death of her games and it's time to turn the tables. I want what's mine and I want her to know it."

"Yours?" Spike mouth opened a little in question. "Know what, Luv?"

"You Spike. You belong to me and I'm not letting the bitch get away with anything anymore. It's time that she knew that this time she can't have things the way she wants them."

Spike broke out in a soft laughter; it surprised Buffy as she pulled away from him offended that he would find her statement so funny. Shaking his head at her reaction, he kissed her forehead, pushing stray strand of hair behind her ear he smirked at her with his cocky grin. She felt like punching him on the nose to take the damn conceited look of his face, he shook his face with a 'tut tut' noise coming from his throat. Leaning towards her again he kissed her quickly on the lips, pulling her upper lip between his own. Smiling down at her he felt like his chest was going to explode as she stated her case against her sister, and her inner resolve that 'he belonged to her'.

"Luv no let me handle her, it's my problem not yours," he hoped that she would let him deal with it, his mind clouded with to many unpleasant memories of the affidavit, legal documents and letters from Lily to both of them, especially to her. "You need to rest, Luv, you've been kind of busy the last few days." Spike smirked towards her again, smiling widely at her he sent delicious shivers down her spine as he did that curling of his tongue against his upper palate. "Need your beauty sleep and rest up for later on tonight."

Blushing she shook her head at his words, she needed to be a part of this as much as he was, as much as she would love to hand over all the mess and chaos to him, it involved her just as much as it did him. It wasn't only his future it was theirs; she needed give him support and gain resolution for herself where Lily was concerned. Her sister had caused the greatest shift of change in her life, on one hand she wanted too utterly destroy her sister for fucking her around and in the other she wanted to thank her sister for giving her the best two things to ever come into her life. Her baby and her man.

"No Spike, I want to come with you. No discussion. It's about time that I sorted things out with her, make her tell everyone the truth and make her see what she's done to us. Make her responsible," Buffy stared at him. "Make her realise what she given up and what's mine now, and that I won't give you up."

"Buffy, I don't think that it's such a good idea." Spike tried to sway her away from her need to go with him to his office. "Better if I deal with her."

"No Spike, I need to be there in person to deal with a few gripes that I have with her. I won't have you go in as my surrogate…"as soon as the words came out from her mouth she stopped speaking, faltering on her words and all she could do was continue to stumble along. "She has to see, to understand…that she fucked it up, that you and her….you and me are…umm together…a couple."

"Don't think that's an issue, Luv. She gave me up along time ago; I was just such a stupid git that I didn't see it. Kinda glad she did Buffy, cause I get you and 'bit' instead. A much better deal I'd say, Sweetheart," Spike ran his hand down her abdomen in a caress and hold their child within his hands. "Much better deal. Come if you must Buffy, but understand that this is my turf and I take the lead, Sweetheart. I'm sorry but I have to, I have to get her out of my bloody life once and for all."

"I know," Buffy took hold of his wandering hand and encased it with her own. "But I have a few issues with her as well. I need to tie a few loose ends, especially before the baby's born. I don't want this in the shadows Spike; I want it all out in the open," Buffy tightened her grip. "I need Mom and Dad to know the truth about Lily and that James man, I need Mom…."

"Luv," Spike squeezed her hand back. "Let's just concentrate on Lily at the moment Buffy, much easier to slay one dragon at a time. Your mum will come around soon Buffy once the truth is out."

"I still can't believe that she'd tell Mom that I broke things up between you two. Why couldn't she just tell them the truth?" Buffy shook her head slightly. "What did I do to her to deserve that, Spike? What?"

"You'd have to ask her that one," Spike spoke quietly and reassuringly to her. "I just don't know. I suppose I could ask the same of her, I mean why did she have to fuck around with another man…or men? I thought we were fine." Buffy watched as he looked away from her and seemed to gaze into oblivion. "Thought nothing could break us apart," blinking his eyes as if waking up from a trance he tightened his hold on her. "Lucky I was wrong Buffy, so lucky. You and the baby are such a miracle to me, such a gift…something I will never give away or let you go like she did to me Buffy. You and the baby belong with me."

Buffy pulled herself away from Spike as she lifted herself of the bed, and moved towards the bathroom, turning around she looked so trustingly at him as she quickly broke her gaze and quickly moved into the bathroom shutting the door. Stepping into the shower cubicle, she felt the tears form in her eyes and fall down her face mixing with the rain of water from the shower. Her insides were taunt and tense with fear as her mind buzzed with endless possibilities at what Lily wanted. She'd both rejoiced and panicked when she heard that she was in Spike's father's office. Rejoice because she would show her sister that she'd claimed what she so carelessly thrown away. Yet she felt panicked that Lily could still evoke such a strong reaction from Spike, despite his declaration of love and possession for her and the baby. It was silly as she knew that he loved her and her alone. Nevertheless, she could only hope that she could countermand any strike that Lily used against her or Spike to protect them and their child from her.

Spike pulled himself onto the edge of the bed as he watched a worried Buffy head to the shower, he didn't miss the look of trust that she threw him before she shut the door, nor did he miss the hint of hurt that laced the outside of that look. It struck him deep within himself as he caught her glimpse; he knew that they were going into the firing line where Lily was concerned. He was worried what effect it would have on himself, Buffy and the baby, it was so evident to him that even though she'd done the most horrid things to him, that Lily was capable of even more despicable acts, clearly her treatment of her sister where her parents where concerned was a obvious indication.

Spike knew one thing for sure that Lily was out for every thing that she could, especially his family fortune and the houses that they'd owned together. Yet if she thought that she held all of the cards, then she was gravely mistaken. He would do anything he could to eliminate her from his life as quickly as possible, but he wasn't going to give into her every whim just to get rid of her. Quickly and decisively he decided exactly what he would offer the bitch to get her out of his life, and how much it would cost him, not that he really cared, the only thing that he really cared about was getting rid of her to achieve one goal.

To be rid of Lily so that he could make things perfect with Buffy and make her his wife.

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Making their way in the lift to his office, Spike nervously moved his weight from one foot to the other as he tightly gripped Buffy's right hand in his left, in his right he grasped his briefcase full of enough evidence to bury his soon to be ex-wife if she didn't want to play nicely. Anxiously Buffy stood next to him; a slight shiver ran along her body in anticipation of a meeting she'd been long dreading, so much had changed in the last few months. She'd gained the affection and love of the man she'd wanted secretly for years and she'd get to nurture the child that grew inside of her, instead of being "Aunty Buffy", she'd be "Mom". Life was so totally different to anything she could have imagined and she wanted to keep like that.

As the doors to the lift opened at his office floor, Spike stepped forward and gently tugged on Buffy's hand to get her to move forward and bring her back to the realm of the reality around her. With a little reassuring smile, he lead her down the corridor and into the office of his family law firm, opening the door for her as she walked into the reception area. Behind an imposing desk a middle-aged woman greeted them with perched lips; she stiffly rose from her desk and walked around it approaching the couple stopping directly in front of Spike.

"Mr Freemantle your father is expecting you in the boardroom," with an open hand she gestured to the door opposite them and turning to Buffy she continued. "Ms Summers would you follow me to Mr Freemantle's office to wait."

"Thanks Andrea," Spike nodded to the woman. "Buffy, go with Andrea," Spike silently pleaded with her to do as he asked. "Just for now Luv, I need to speak with her first and them we can do it together." Gently he leaned over her and kissed her softly on the lips, not moving his mouth just grasping the soft lips between his own, pulling delicately between his own. It screamed of love, comfort and reassurance between the two of them, it seemed to last just a split second but it communicate every word that he couldn't say to her in front of the other woman. With a reluctant nod, she moved away from him and let his hand go and stepping behind Andrea she followed her to another open door, he watched as Andrea shut the door behind them.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a reluctant sigh, he slowly took heavy steps towards the door that would hopefully end the shambles that had been his marriage to Lily. Standing in front of the door, he let his hand rest on the metal handle, loathing to push it down. He stared at the grain pattern imbedded on the door he felt his throat become dry and his jaw hurt from the tension in his muscles. With a sudden jerking movement of his hand he pushed down and opened the door with a shove of his hand. His father stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and Lily sat flipping over papers with her lawyer 'Warren the Weasel' as he'd become known in legal circles. His father immediately turned at the opening of the door, looking from Lily to Warren and then to his son with an angry burning look in his eyes. He gestured with his hand for Spike to join him on the opposite side of the large conference table.

"So Lily, how's London these days?" Spike spoke in icy tones as he approached his side of the table. "Cold I hear, but then again being a cold blooded creature I suppose that it didn't affect you that much."

"Ouch Spike!" Lily faked indignation at his question. "Such manners for your wife."

Spike laughed at her comments, as he placed his briefcase down on the table and pulled the large leather chair out for him to sit down into it. "Soon to be ex-wife Lily, you have no right to the title of my 'wife' anymore."

"And Buffy does?" Lily went straight for the jugular. "One sister not enough for you? Gotta try all of the Summers' girls out in bed?"

"Jealous, Lily?" Spike leant over the table with a smart arse smirk on his face. "That she's a better…"

"William!" his father sharply interjected. "This is not the time nor the place for this. We are here to get this divorce moving and get it over with," he looked from his son to Lily. "Lily, what do you want?" his question to his daughter in law was direct and straight to the point.

"Mrs Freemantle wants all the family homes, $500,000 upfront and $50,000 in alimony a month until she remarries." Warren finally joined the conversation. "As compensation for her abysmal treatment at her husband's hands and his total abandonment of her in favour of her sister Buffy, which I might add is very pregnant with child, which he openly states as his own and flaunts his adulterous relationship with Buffy Summers openly."

"Fucking no way!" spilled out of Spikes mouth as he jumped to his feet shearing the chair from under him and across the room.

"Never!" from his father filled the large room.

"You think that I'm going to give you just about everything I own and monthly alimony for leaving me for that wanker, and leaving your sister pregnant with what should have been our child!" Spike spat at Lily. "You expect me to just hand it over to you! Fuck you!"

"Mr Freemantle, you cannot…" Warren stuttered out in the commotion. "Umm, we aren't willing to negotiate the divorce either you agree or we will see you in court. What Mrs Freemantle wants is fair under law and you know it as a lawyer yourself."

"Then maybe my daughter-in-law would like the world to know that she left her husband, on the day that her sister was told that she was pregnant with a child she'd agreed to surrogate for her and my son. That she left evidence that she had left my son for a Liam James, my son's so-called-best-friend and fled to London. She didn't give a fig for my son's feelings. The child in question was conceived by artificial means and that his relationship with Miss Summers came about after your client left her husband in the lurch, and my son hasn't 'flaunted' anything Warren," Spikes father started to stand up and gestured the two towards the door. "I suggest that you talk to your client again Warren and get your facts straight, I'd hate to have to embarrass you in court again like last time , but then again that wouldn't be too hard."

"Wait," Spike spoke as an embarrassed lawyer and defiant client stood to leave the room and with a stern look on his face he looked at Lily. "Your sister wants to see you, I don't know why after you've made so much chaos, but you are warned Lily. One word or syllable out of place…so help me I'll make your life so fucking miserable!"

"She's my sister, Spike, and I love her. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her more than I have!" Lily quietly spoke.

"Right." Spike shook his head at her disbelieving after all she'd done to them she'd say something like that, but then again he didn't expect anything less from her.

"I mean it, Spike."

"Sure Lily, I believe you." Spike spat at her and walked to the door, opening it he leaned out to spot Andrea in her usual spot. "Bring in Miss Summers, please."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Andrea opened the door to the conference room for Buffy, before her sat Lily and she could only assume her lawyer, Spike and his father. She weakly smiled at Spike and his father; she cast her eyes away from her sister unable to meet her gaze at all. Spike pulled out the chair next to his own as she walked further into the room, he took her hand as she sat down, and with a light squeeze he let it go as he turned to retrieve his own chair and sit in it. Buffy wiggled in her chair trying to get comfortable, as she felt so award and strange in the presence of her sister, she pushed her hair away from her face as she nervously faced her sister finally.

"Lily," Buffy spoke quietly. "How are you?"

"Fine," Lily stared at her sister with a defiant look on her face. "You kept the baby."

"What else did you expect her to do, Lily?" Spike interjected. "But then again you expected her to do something else…"

"William!" his father interrupted him again, staring at him until he watched his son sit back into his chair with a sigh.

"Yes Lily, I kept the baby and you can have your money back I don't want it," Buffy swallowed hard against the bile in her throat. "I'd never have destroyed the baby because my pregnancy had become inconvenient for you or anyone else."

"Humphh, you also get my husband as well Buffy, you got the package deal," Lily spat at Spike. "But you see Buffy, I want what's owed to me and until I do he gets no divorce!"

"Mrs Freemantle, I must warn you that what you are saying is inappropriate for this setting," Warren warned his client.

"He owes you nothing Lily; you walked out on both of us and left us to pick up the pieces. Yes, I get Spike, but you're the fool that gave him up and I'm not letting him go." Buffy spat at her sister all her disappointment and upended rage came forth. "You told mom and dad that I slept with him and broke up your marriage and I'm sure that it's just the tip of the iceberg. Why Lily? What did I do to you that was so terrible that you had to do this too me?"

"You my beloved sister are just caught in the middle, but I don't know what your complaining about you got what you've always wanted," Lily slyly glanced from her to stare at Spike. "She's always wanted you from the moment she laid eyes on you. My husband of all people, she wanted my husband and since she got what she wanted. I want what's owed to me. Compensation for a miserable six years of marriage and you owe it to me, Spike. You owe it to me."

"I owe you nothing, Lily, nothing," Spike whispered to Lily. "You left of your own accord. Yes, Buffy may have wanted me for along time, but she at least had the decency to stay away from what wasn't hers, and I might add then a married man. At least she had some morals to let me stick to my wedding vows, not like you my loving wife," Spike leaned once again over the table. "Don't even think for one minute that you're sister initiated anything in our relationship, Lily, or insinuate that anything happened before you left me."

Lily's sharp intake of breath could be heard loudly across the hushed room as he laid down the facts on the table. He pulled his briefcase towards him and opened the lid with a flick of the locks, lifting up the lid he delved into the contents and pulled out the familiar looking parchment that Lily was well known for using. He looked up at her with such an evil gleam and cocky grin on his face that Lily could only put her hand over her gapping mouth.

"Lily you can have the city apartment, half of what the house in Sunnydale sells for, all the bloody white furniture and contents of the house, all the jewellery that has been given to you by me over the years and $500,000 lump sum. That's it Lily, that's all you get and all you're going to get, take it or leave it," Spike threw a prepared settlement document in front of her. "It's a one time deal, or I will take you to court. You have 24 hours to decide," he looked with a hardened glare at his wife as she slumped back deeper into her seat. "You also will talk to your folks and tell them the truth. I won't have Buffy being painted a whore in front of your parents or anyone else!"

"William," Buffy quietly and anxiously drew his attention from the woman that sat across from them. "Can we leave please…I don't feel so good."

Spike instantly dropped the remaining papers from his hand and turn to her side, with an anxious look on his face he took her hand and helped her stand. His father stood up from his chair and began to place the fallen papers from his sons' hand that lay spilled over the top of the conference table, back into the briefcase they came from. With a hard look of mistrust and dislike on his face, he stared at Lily as he purposely slammed the lid down and snapped the locks down. Spike looked at Buffy questionably as he lead her out of the conference room and into his office, leaving one very worried Grandfather-to-be and a miserable soon-to-be ex-wife behind them. Closing the door behind them, he sat her down one on of the sofas in his office; he poured her a glass of water and offered it to her.

"Are you alright, Buffy?"

"No."

"Something wrong with the baby? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No," Buffy tried to smile at him to give him reassurance. "She doesn't care does she? About what she's done to you or me? She only wants the cash."

"I'm sorry, Luv, but the bint only wants what she can squeeze out of me," Spike sat down besides her his hands taking hers between his own.

"I just cannot believe her," Buffy shook her head of the image of the woman that she called a sister sitting in front of her and saying what she said. "I don't even think I know my own sister anymore, I wonder if I ever really knew her at all. It's like an impostor sitting across from me…"

"I don't know Buffy," Spike sighed. "I don't think I knew her at all or if I ever did. But one's thing for sure Luv, I think she's so desperate to keep things quiet and wants the cash so badly she'll play nice."

"Nice?"

"Agree to the settlement then I can get the final decree and we can get on with our lives."

"Finally," Buffy pushed her forehead against his own. "Finally we can be a family."

"We already are Luv," Spike kissed her softly. "This divorce is just the final hurdle and just a formality if I get my way."

"I can't wait for it to be bloody over," Buffy closed her eyes at the thought. "I wish it already was."

"Seems like I'm having some impact on your life already," Spike soft laughter filled the room. "You said 'bloody'."

"Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks…nancy boy," Buffy giggled softly.

"Hey you," giving her a gentle cuddle he kissed her forehead softly. "Welcome to the nancy tribe."

Chapter 18:

24 hours in a Day

8:15 pm

The wait was killing Buffy as she sat at the breakfast nook, tapping on her cup of warm chocolate milk as dark, unpleasant thoughts passed through her mind. Buffy’s brain was swamped with contingencies. What could happen? What might happen? What if this? What if that? Did Lily sign the papers? When would she sign? Buffy was wracked with worry, only wanting Lily out of their lives. Inside her a space of emptiness, longing to be filled, created by the betrayal of her sister and unknowingly by the absence by her parents. As much as Spike wanted to fill every space of her being with himself and their child, she knew that it just wasn’t possible; it felt like a sickness eating away at her soul.

Her parents believing Lily struck her with such pain, Lily had always been the favourite of the two girls. It hurt knowing that they didn’t even ask for her side of the story; they just took Lily’s word for it. Yet there was hope that in Lily’s greed for money that she would be forced to tell them the truth and be seen for the liar and opportunist that she was.

Despite everything, Buffy yearned to have her mother near her as her due date came closer everyday; she wanted to have the support that only her mother could give her. It was a vulgar reminder that Lily was meant to fulfil that role of female support and now she had no one because of her. Buffy let out a small laugh as she stifled a yawn and thought about the irony. She wondered if Spike’s mother, hard as she was, would be her support. It might even have its advantages in bringing the two women closer together and forging a stronger bond with his family. The Fremantles may be the only family that she may ever know again.

Spike pulled himself around her sitting figure while he stole her mug and sipped on the liquid contents. With a soft swat of her hand, she stopped him from drinking the entire contents. Putting the mug down, he pulled her against the chair as he slid his hands around her shoulders and nuzzled her neck with his lips, nipping the skin occasionally. Buffy reacted by bending her neck allowing him easier access and raised her hand until she blindingly caught his head in her palm. While she ran her hand into his hair, he began pulling her shirt to expose more of her flesh. He slid his hand down into her shirt, tugging at her breast. Licking his way to her ear, she could feel the hairs on her neck rise in response to his tongue on her collarbone, she felt the soft bite of his teeth as they latched onto her ear, and gently tugged it. Letting her go, she could feel his hot breath on her ear and neck as he took deep inhalations of oxygen, with a swipe of his tongue to sooth her skin her spoke to her.

“Come to bed, Goldilocks’” Spike huskily whispered to her. “You need to rest and get some sleep it’s been a bloody horrible day.”

“You’re telling me that you want me to go to bed at 8.30 p.m., with your tongue in my ear and your hand fondling my breast,” Buffy pulled her body around to confront him as she turned in the chair. “I’d say that you more likely want to lead me astray, Mr Freemantle.”

“What me? Lead you astray, Miss Summers?” Spike faked a look of innocence at her. “All I want to do is take my girl to our bed and fuck her until all she can see is stars.”

“It has been a day from hell Spike and I’m sorry but I just can’t…” Buffy’s tears finally broke through her defences that she’d put around herself. She was tired of being strong it had just been too much to bear. “It’s just been…”

“I know sweetheart. We don’t have to make love, Goldilocks; we could just cuddle under the doona.” Spike moved to the side of the chair and with a gentle hand guided her up to stand. “Come on, time to go to bed.”

Together they walked out of the kitchen, along the way to the staircase, up the stairs, along the passageway and finally into their bedroom. Leading her to the bed, he slowly undressed her as she stood still and allowed the tiredness to just roll over her. Slipping one of her nightshirts over her head, he sat her down on the bed and helped her lay down; brushing her hair away from her head, he softly kissed her forehead.

“Can we rest now Spike?” Buffy’s words were soft almost silent as she let sleep begin to claim her. “I just want to rest.”

“Yes my love, rest. You deserve some sleep,” Spike spoke as he began undressing himself so that he could lie beside her, when he was done he made his way to his side of the bed. Turning down the covers, he slide in between the sheet and lay down next to her, without trying to disturb her journey into slumber he gathered her close so that her head lay on his chest and with a tender touch he ran his fingers down her hair. Instinctually her hand slid around his neck to seek further comfort that his body offered her. He watched as Buffy began to take slow rhythmic breaths and her hand slackened its hold around him as sleep finally found her. He watched her.

He began to rememorise each line and feature of her face, each second revelling a new face, and with each passing moment he saw a new version of her appear as she relaxed into her slumber. Her face softened, her muscles lost their tension that had pulled at her delicate features. He saw something that he hadn’t seen in a long time, a Buffy he once recognised before all of this mess had started. He guessed that he’d never really had time to see the face that lay before him now, but then again he’d never really looked at her whilst she’d slept next to him.

It was almost like stepping back six months seeing the woman that she once was, and all the stress and anguish that she’d been through because of Lily and himself. He almost wished that he could eliminate the ‘Lily factor’ from their lives and wipe all the pain that he’d caused her the first few months of their pregnancy. But, he knew he couldn’t.

They had to go through all that karma had thrown their way to bring them together and without going through the pain and torment that he would never have this.

Buffy and their child.

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Buffy opened her heavy eyelids to the darkness that enveloped their bed; she pulled herself up as much as she could from the iron vice that Spike had encircled her within his sleep. She peered over to the clock and read the illuminated dial, it shown a bright red like a beacon in the night. 3:03 a.m. She let herself down again as she let out a soft sigh at not sleeping through the night, but the heavy doubtful feelings that flew in her mind and images that haunted her dreams wouldn’t let her sleep. She kept having a dream filled with loss and despair. Lily appeared laughing at her as she took back her husband and their child from her arms, saying over and over, “Mine! They belong to me. He’s never been yours always mine. You signed the surrogacy contract and you gave your baby away to me so it’s mine. All mine”

She could feel the slight sheen of perspiration that covered her body and collected over her eyebrows, with a swipe of her hand she wiped it from her brow and let out a large breath in relief that it was just a dream. Buffy pulled herself slightly up the bed as she snuggled in closer to the man that lay down next beside her. In response to her despair, Spike ran his hand over her protruding abdomen and softly sighed. She held her breath for those first few minutes as he touched her, frightened to awaken him and have to explain why she was awake, even though ‘why’ was so obvious. Buffy keep herself as still as possible, as he seemed to relax back into his slumber, she closely scrutinised his every cease and crevasse that made up his face.

Like every other night, she’d studied the sleeping posture and always saw something new, something that she’d never seen before, she’d seen anguish, hurt and misery cover his face even in the deepest of sleeps. Yet tonight was different strangely enough, she couldn’t read his face, it seemed to be a mix of apprehension and reprieve, twisting and churning his skin to leave a taunt tense flesh. His eyes pulsated from side to side as he dreamt the same nightmare the fear of losing all that they’d gained. His breathing became more rapid and irregular as the dream appeared to take hold and make him its prisoner. His hold on her tightened so much that it caused her great discomfort.

With as much strength that she could she pushed him away, trying to escape from the grip that he held her in. The more she pushed the harder he held onto to her, she shook him with such force that he almost feel from their bed, taking her with him. As he suddenly awoke from the dream as he began the downward slide. He let go of Buffy and pushed away until he landed hard onto the floor. Buffy leaned over the edge of the bed to find Spike entangled with the sheets and rubbing a very sore rump, with a slight grin she slithered down to sit on the side of the bed.

“What are you laughing at?” Spike muttered under his breath.

“Are you alright?” Buffy asked leaning over slightly ruffling his hair. “Bad dream?”

“Stating the obvious, Luv. Must be catching?” Spike lifted himself from the floor and made his way back into the bed. Making himself comfortable, he sat with his back to the headboard and Buffy leaning into his chest. “You did a bit of a dance around the bed too tonight.”

Buffy coiled back and looked at him, she remembered the dreams all right but she hadn’t realised just how much her subconscious had broken into reality, she could only guess at what she’d done in front of him. Had she called out in distress, kick her way around the linen or even worse spoken out loud her part of herself in the dreams she’d had, had he heard her cries of ‘you promised that you’d never leave’ or her desperate pleas of ‘don’t go, I love you’?. All of which she had thought and could only hope would fall on deaf ears as she scrutinized his face to watch for signs that might give what he was thinking away. Spike ran a hand through her hair, smiling softy at her until he slipped deeper back into the bed and pulled her back into his embrace. Without seeing anything useful pass his face, she snuggled down with him and pulled their blankets and bedcover over herself.

“I know just bad dreams,” Buffy quietly replied. “But there seems to be more questions than answers that fill them.”

“Don’t let her haunt you, Buffy, she’s not worth it or the stress on you and the baby,” Spike tried to reassure her. “She’s nothing to you or me.”

“What did you dream?” Buffy pulled herself aside to ask him, for some deep seeded reason she needed to know how Lily’s reappearance back into their lives affected him. “What was she doing?”

“Buffy, what does it matter? She’s not as important as you or the baby…” Spike was quickly interrupted.

“What was she doing?” her voice was quiet but deadly blunt. “I want to know what she was doing.”

Spike cleared his throat and his body tensed up as he complied, “You were giving birth and she just stormed in ripped the baby from the doctors’ hands. Laughing and threatening not to give the baby back until I gave her everything that she wanted.” Spike ran a hand through his now curly hair, “I was dreaming that we were making love and the baby started crying, you got up to take care of the little one…Lily walked in and whispered in my ear that it was all a scam to get me to ‘part with my cash’. That bub wasn’t even mine. Just some donors from the fertility clinic and that I was just a dumb ponce that had taken it hook, line and sinker.”


“Oh,” Buffy looked done at the sheet wishing that she hadn’t have asked, but she’d wanted to know. “You know that’s not true…”

“Buffy it was just a damn dream,” Spike quietly spoke. “I know Luv; it’s just a silly dream, but what about yours? What was she doing in yours?”

“Taking you and the baby away from me, telling me that you were never mine to have, that I gave the baby to her,” Buffy felt the tear slide down her face. “That I gave my baby away to her by signing the surrogacy contract.”

“Luv water under the bridge and you weren’t giving the baby away you were giving us a chance at a family that we might never have had. You were and are giving the most precious thing that anyone could have ever given me and that I am forever grateful,” Spike gently kissed her lips. “Buffy the contracts useless…if you’d changed your mind at any point no one, not even I or Lily could have held you to that contract.”

Buffy pulled herself back, “Then why at the beginning…”

“Because I was a stupid git and afraid that you’d take the baby away from me,” Spike pushed his face just inches away from hers. “Then I started to see a future with you and me being a family. I just couldn’t let it slip out of my hands; I couldn’t lose you a second time.”

“Second time?” Buffy shook her head. “You never had me in the beginning.”

“Didn’t I?” Spike whispered. “You’ve been mine since that first night I came to the house, but I was so blinded by your sister that I was lost you then. I don’t know why but I was given a second chance with you Buffy, one that I’m thankful for. I love you so much that it hurts not to have you close. I’m drowning in you Summers and I’ve forgotten how to swim. I don’t want to remember.” He kissed her lips with just a gentle pressure. “You and the baby belong to me Buffy and I dare anyone else to mock my claim over you.”

“You sound obsessive Spike,” Buffy whispered. “I belong to me but you and the baby are my life Spike…”

“No Buffy, you belong to me and yes I am obsessive, more with you than I have ever known. Why I don’t know and I don’t really care,” Spike wrapped a curl of her hair between his fingers. “I love you and that’s all that really matters.”

“I know you love me Spike,” Buffy ran a hand down his arm. “But what about Lily, what are we going to do about her?”

“The only thing I want you to worry about is yourself and the baby,” Spike smirked one of his cocky grins. “And take care of you, bub and me of course, in any way you’d like to think of.”

“Spike you have a one track mind.”

“And it would be my pleasure to prove it to you.”


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11.34 a.m.

Spike sat at his desk at work with a ton of files laid out in front of him, with one hand he flipped through the open files’ pages, not taking much interest in what he was reading he just started at the papers before him. Finally flipping the file shut he took a deep sigh, he swung in his chair to look out the window. He could see the city going on with its day to day life, people coming and going, cars travelling single file down the road. He felt the gush of wind from his door being flung open before he heard or saw the door open. With a quick push of his foot he swerved back behind the desk. Before him stood a very angry Warren and behind him crept in a skulking Andrew, both came to stand before his desk.

“Spike,” Warren threw his suitcase onto the table. “$50,000 up front, the city apartment etc, $10,000 a month and that’s my final offer.”

“No Warren,” Spike pushed himself onto a leaning position onto the desk. “She gets only what was offered and nothing else. From where I sit, she seems to have confessed her sins to you. So tell her it’s what she was offered or nothing.”

Warren looked like he wanted to torture his long time nemesis with a long blade or chop him up into little pieces. Roughly, he pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number; walking to the far side of the room, he spoke in rough quiet short terms to the other person on the line. He walked the length of the room, turning on the ball of his foot so that he could do yet another lap; finally he flipped the phone off and looked painfully defeated at the man behind the desk.

“You’ve won this round Spike, but I will be back. Mark my words: I will be merciless next time we meet.” Warren spat at him in a pseudo intimidating manner and grabbed his suitcase. He grabbed Andrew by his tie on his way out the door. “Come, Andrew. We need to have a little chat. Be warned Spike, we will meet again.”

“So Lily has relented and agrees to the settlement?” Spike asked with anticipation and Warren could only nod in answer. “Then you will be receiving all the paperwork soon, as well as the final divorce decree.”

“Now wait…”

“No, I have waited long enough. She agrees to the settlement and I get my divorce that’s how it works,” Spike finally sat up. “Now get out.” Both scurried quickly out the door like hells beasts were at their heels, slamming the door behind them. Quickly he got up to find Andrea not at her usual place at reception’s desk. He hoped that she had an adequate excuse for this fatal fuck up of allowing those two gits into his office despite the positive outcome.

“Andrea!” Spike called down the corridor and with an even greater angered tone. “Andrea!”

“Yes Mr Freemantle, I’m here,” Andrea called from his father’s office. “Your father wanted an urgent memo sent out.”

“Why couldn’t you get another person from the secretary pool?” Spike demanded from her.

“Because she’s the best secretary we have and I wanted her to do it,” Spikes father came booming out of his office. “Why who died?”

“Warren and Andrew decided to pay a visit. That’s who died,” Spike spat out. “And with no one at the reception area they just walked straight into my office.”

“Mr Freemantle, I’m sorry,” a very horrified Andrea answered. “I should have stayed at my…”

“Don’t panic, Andrea,” Spike sighed. “It seems to be my lucky day, Lily’s agreed to the settlement for a large chunk of my cash.”

“William?” his father questioned. “What has she agreed to?”

“The property settlement and hopefully I can get a quickie divorce,” Spike looked far away as he finished his sentence.

“William, I don’t think that you’ll be able to do that, you have too much property to settle and money to divide between you. Besides what’s the rush?” his father continued.

“I want to be free when the baby’s born,” Spike whispered. “I want her to have my name.”

“The baby? It’s a girl, oh a granddaughter…”

“No Dad, Buffy.”

“Marriage William? Is that such a good idea considering that you’re just getting out of another?” he asked his son.

“Dad she’s soon to have my child and I want this,” Spike whispered. “I want her as my wife.”
 

The Surrogate 19

NC-17 for adult themes, sex scene and language

A/N: Dedicated to all my regular readers and especially my regular reviewers, an extra special thanks…reviews keep me typing.

Another special thanks to slackerace, meli and Kar for editing another chapter. The beta readers are unsung heroes in fanfic; I couldn't make a chapter presentable without their help. I write the work and they fine tune it. I am forever grateful for the time and effort they give in helping me.

Words

Coming down the staircase, Buffy tied the sash around her waist into a bow to keep her kimono dressing gown in place. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, she wiped her tired eyes and took a yawning stretch. It was Sunday, and Buffy had no intention of doing anything today except to eat copious amounts of cookie dough ice cream and lay around the house. Spike was still in bed, sleeping like the dead. Buffy had tried just about everything to get him to wake up except throwing things at him. Sighing and shaking her head, something just poking out from underneath the front door caught her eye.

A yellow envelope.

"No," Buffy whispered to herself in denial, "no."

Her stomach heaved in dread; it was the colour of Lily's unmistakable personal stationery. Buffy placed a hand over her mouth as she swallowed back the lump in her throat and walked slowly over to the front door. Leaning over the best she could, Buffy lifted the enveloped from where it lay. Turing it over in her hands, her hands slightly shook in fear for just whom it was addressed to.

Herself or Spike.

Why did Lily want to leave a written message for either of them? It was beyond Buffy's own comprehension, as Lily had been decreed to only make contact with either of them through the lawyers. Direct contact with either of them would not be tolerated. Spike had made it an extra condition during the divorce proceedings, to spare Buffy anymore pain of having to come face to face with her sister. Taking a deep calming breath, Buffy focused her eyes onto the letters written on the front of the envelope to form a single word.

'William' written in the usual sweeping handwriting of her sister.

Buffy looked up the staircase, trying to will herself to go back upstairs to deliver the letter to its intended reader. For a few minutes she let herself envision just what the letter's contents could be, she shivered slightly as her imagination ran wild. With a slight shake of her head, she dismissed the thoughts from her mind and went back upstairs. Buffy tiptoed trying not to disturb Spike's sleep; she wanted to tackle this turn of events in the most comfortable place in the house, their bed.

Climbing back into bed, Buffy tried to relax against the body that lay there already as she placed the envelope onto the nightstand. Spike lay on his side with his back to her and Buffy, with the lightest touch she could, shook his shoulder. With still no response, Buffy shook him harder and softly called his name, but Spike still didn't waken. Not wanting to yell at him Buffy shook him harder, making him slightly sway on the bed.

"Spike, time to wake up," Buffy whispered into his ear.

Sleepily Spike slowly opened his eyes and tilted his face backwards towards her with a cheeky grin on his face. Slightly stretching, he turned himself over to face her and lifting his head onto his palm, he cupped her face with his other hand. Leaning over, he gently kissed her lips with delicate tender caresses, just seeking to touch his own lips to hers. Buffy lost all train of thought as their kiss deepened, mouths opened and tongues met as the kiss became more passionate and demanding. Buffy was snapped back into reality as his hands began to wander down her body and tug onto her nightshirt.

"Spike, please my love," Buffy manoeuvred herself away from him. "You need to stop."

"Don't you want to make love?" Spike softly asked. "Get a guy's motor runnin'…"

"No it's not that. It's this…"

Buffy leaned over to the bedside table and picked up the letter. She handed it over to Spike with a trembling grasp; she watched his reaction to the letter being presented to him. A scowl covered his face. Spike winced as he recognised the distinct yellow parchment that his wife used. Taking the envelope from Buffy's hand, he turned it over to its front and read his name written across in Lily's handwriting.

Spike looked up from the letter and saw unease and apprehension spread across Buffy's face. He couldn't help but fight back the need to just tear the bloody thing up and be damned about it. The thought that his soon to be ex-wife had even dared to try and contact him here, even though it wasn't in person, still made his blood boil in rage. If Lily hadn't the common curtesy to communicate with him in the manner in which she had been directed, then fuck her. Spike just wanted to haul the cheating bitch to the courts and be done with her.

Yet he knew that he couldn't even do that; he had to control the internal rage and wait it out for his time in court to divorce Lily. He made a mental note to himself to call his father in the morning so that he could arrange a politely spelled out letter that she was to have no personal contact with him or Buffy, and that personal contact included written correspondence. Spike decided that the worst thing that he could do would be to tear the letter up, as he had to know what she wanted. With a sudden jerk, he tore the letter open and dumped the single sheet of yellow paper onto the bed.

Grasping it between his hands, Spike unfolded the letter and scanned its contents. Shaking his head at what he'd read, he handed the sheet of paper to Buffy, trying to smile at her with reassurance. Taking the paper, Buffy read the contents of the document.

William,

              Despite agreeing to the pathetic amount of money that you offered me in exchange for your divorce, I have told my parents the truth about Buffy and the baby. I deserve more than the pittance you are offering in the settlement. You may have the upper hand in the legal proceedings, but I'm playing the game how you want me to play it.

         A reasonable alimony would be a start, something to tide me over. I want an advance on the funds, considering that I'm not working at the moment and I need money now. You have all my London bank account numbers where I would like the money deposited. I'm leaving for London soon, so now rather than later would suit me just fine.

Tell Buffy what you want, but this is between you and myself. I have nothing to discuss with her. Like I said, she got what she's always wanted, you. Now I want you to give me what I want.

Compensation, pure and simple.

So be a dear and let's get this thing over and done with.

Lily Summers

Buffy folded the sheet of paper closed after reading what her sister had written-or  better yet-demanded.  She couldn't believe the nerve of her sister trying to extort more from Spike, than what he'd already offered her in their property settlement as part of the divorce. Considering that, Buffy felt it was more than Lily deserved with the way she'd run out on her husband and had treated the both of them so abominable. Buffy handed the letter back, letting out a large sigh as she digested the situation.  No sooner had she handed it back, he threw it onto the floor. Spike rolled onto his back, his hands behind his head and his face covered with fury as he stared at the ceiling above him.

"Spike?" Buffy leaned herself slightly over him. "Don't get yourself in a fix about it, she's not worth it. Let your dad handle it."

"Bloody bitch, who does she think she is? Leaving this crap here," Spike shifted his gaze back to Buffy. "Where did you find it love? Don't tell me she handed it to you or I swear I'll tear her…"

"Hey, calm down. I found it wedged under the front door," Buffy tried to smile but only a cracked line formed. "God knows when she put it there or even if it was her."

"It better have been her.  If it was that bloody ponce Liam doing her dirty work, I'll bloody tear him limb from limb," Spike's teeth gritted as he spoke.

"Threats are not going to resolve anything Spike," Buffy felt a sharp pain in her heart.  She was beginning to doubt that he'd fully resolved his feeling about the desertion of his wife in favour of his best friend. "Even if you're still angry at him for stealing your wife," her tone trembled with her words which expressed her apprehension.

"Buffy," Spike felt the emotional strain reverberate through out his body, "I'm pissed at the fact that he'd have the bloody hide to come to my house and dump this crap at my front door. But I say good luck to the ponce; he's going to need it with a viper like Lily around his neck."

"Hmmm," Buffy was lost for words, "as long as that's it and nothing more."

"No love, that's it and nothing more," Spike lifted a hand away from his neck and with his fingers he placed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "Don't even think that I have any issues besides divorce in mind where Lily is concerned. The sooner I get the divorce, the sooner we can be married."

Buffy's mouth dropped as she felt the words penetrate deep into her subconscious. She'd hoped that one day soon, even dreamed that after the baby was born, he'd ask her to marry him.  But she never thought it would be like this. Never thought that he'd be so blunt and matter of fact about it. She used to daydream when she was younger; she imagined them together in a beautiful location, and that he would be romantic and get down on one knee to propose. Now she dreamed and hoped that he would still want to marry her except the dream had changed to him surprising her in the nursery as she laid their child down to sleep, bringing his hands around her waist and kissing the nape of her neck. Turning her around as he got on one knee, pulling out from his coat pocket a box with an engagement ring inside and proposing to her.

"Marr..ied," Buffy whispered to him, "you want to get married?"

"Don't you?" Spike asked her in an almost whispered tone, "You're my girl and what better way to show the world that you belong to me? Kinda staking my claim on you, love."

"I won't deny that I want to, but isn't it a bit soon? I mean you haven't even gotten your divorce yet."

"Soon isn't even close enough Buffy. I would do it right this minute if I could," Spike trailed a finger down her jaw as he spoke to her. "I wish that the damn thing just didn't take so long. Once it's through Buffy, you'd better get yourself a wedding gown and start thinking of where you want to tie the knot."

"Spike maybe we should give it some time…"

"No love, I don't want to waste anymore time. It's been pure hell being with you and not having you as my wife. I'd hoped that we'd be married before the baby was born." Spike began to play with the strands of hair that had refused to stay behind Buffy's ear. "But I don't know if all the legalities will be over before then."

"I still think that we should wait awhile after the divorce. You know, let people get used to the idea. I don't think people are reacting well to the fact that we're together in the first place, let alone the fact that there's a baby, considering how my friends took the news about us the last time I saw them."

"Since when have we given a damn about what people think, love? The most important thing is that we are together. If people don't like it then bugger them, but we'll just have to work on your friends, sweetheart. I think that they'll come around and so will everyone else. Have you spoken to any of your friends lately?" Spike's tone resonated with resolve about the situation.

"No, I've been too tied up in all of this mess to do anything else," Buffy sighed. "I guess I've been frightened that some would just make some kind of trouble for me…us. I don't want anyone trying to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, or whom I should marry."

"We're going to get married without interference from anyone. I'll make sure of that."

"Fine, but next time maybe you could be a little more romantic about stating the fact that we're getting married in the first place," Buffy sighed in resignation to the actuality that he'd gone about the discussion of marriage in such a matter of fact way.

"Oh,umm oops," he looked apologetic about the conversation and grimaced his face a little. "Promise; next time I'll ask you in a more ideal location. Maybe dinner, flowers…. or whatever you like love."

"You're not meant to tell a girl when or how you're going to propose. It's meant to be a surprise!" Buffy lightly thumped him on the shoulder. "Some romantic you are."

"Sorry pet." Spike threaded his hand through her hair and around her neck until it rested onto the back of her skull. Gently he pulled her head closer to his own. "Now where were we before we started talking?"

Buffy didn't resist the light pressure he exerted on her head as he leaned over to kiss her. They were so close that they could feel each other's slight intake of breath as they tenderly brushed against each other. Spike gently moved himself over Buffy until she slid onto her back, giving him the dominant position. Buffy grasped tighter onto him as she opened her mouth and softly nipped his bottom lip between her teeth, delicately pulling onto Spike's skin, smoothing the area with her tongue as their kiss deepened.

Spike felt Buffy's tongue trail along the soft tissue just inside his mouth, as it demanded entrance.  He traced his hand down her neck, along her collarbone to the valley between her breasts until it came to rest on her abdomen. Slowly he circled her protruding stomach with the tips of his fingers, sending a rippling tingling fusion of sensation through her lower abdomen until it reached her toes. Buffy's abdominal muscles tightened and contracted within themselves in response to the sensation. She tightened her hold on his head as she allowed herself to sink deeper into her heightened passion and desire for him.

Buffy let her grasp slacken as she returned his caress of her skin.  Sliding her hand along, it rounded his shoulder and slid under his arm, continuing a trail which travelled toward his back.  Increasing the pressure of her palm, she slid it along the side of his body, as it was just impossible for her to reach his spine due to her pregnancy.  Buffy felt every muscle that encountered her palm contract and constrict itself at the tantalizing sensory overload of heated hunger he felt for her. Her fingers stretched as much as they could as they tried to touch every inch of skin that they could.  She stopped at the slight curve of his buttocks. Gently she clutched the firm flesh, gripping the hard muscle between her fingers alternating between squeezing and pulling at the solid mass.

"Need you so much love." Spike pulled away from her slightly as he broke their kiss. "Up for another round love?" Like usual he'd always ask Buffy for permission to make love to her, as a sign of respect for her and to be sure that she was able. He would never do anything to endanger her or the baby; he'd rather curb his wants and needs than hurt her. Spike's eyes flickered with desire and questioning as they stared into Buffy's.  She couldn't help but watch his irises dilate further as desire fuelled within him.

"Always," Buffy whispered back to him.  Grasping her nightshirt by its hem, she pulled it off herself, letting him see her naked flesh. "I always want you."

Grabbing the edge of the bed linen that covered them, he flung it backwards exposing them to the warm air of their bedroom. His gaze broke away from hers as he followed the form of her body that lay prone on the bed. Spike shifted himself slightly down the bed as his hand moved from her abdomen and cupped one of her breasts. Taking the supple flesh into the palm of his hand, he lifted it to his mouth and with the tip of his tongue he licked its hardened nipple.

Tantalisingly slow circular movements sent shivers of delight along the nerve pathways just under Buffy's skin.  Her hand grabbed the back of Spike's head as she arched slightly off the bed, desperately trying to get more of her flesh into his mouth. Giving into her needs, Spike opened his mouth to encapsulate all of the flesh he could. Biting gently on the apex of her breast, he licked the peak caught between his teeth, pulling backwards and forwards slightly to pull the flesh even further, expanding the boundaries of the pleasure he gave to her.

Wanting more intense ecstasy, Buffy grabbed the hand that Spike was using to hold her breast in place for his feasting, and dragged it down her body to rest on her pelvic bone. With a little pressure, she guided the hand between her moist folds of her vagina, letting his fingers glide along the wet crease and over her engrossed clit. Spike's hand began to wander around her flesh and she felt his thumb come to rest on her clit and a single finger enter her. The sensitive flesh of her core contracted as his finger invaded deeper within its depth, feeling every inch of drenched soft tissue as it moved in a circular pattern against her inner walls. His thumb slipped repeatedly backwards and forwards over her clit, strumming the flesh as his finger passed over it. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through the tight coil that enveloped the lower half of her body which rippled to her upper half and found its satisfying destination in the pleasure zone of her brain, sending her deeper into smouldering bliss.

A sharp intake of oxygen filled the room as Spike probed her core with another finger, pushing and stretching her further apart. Lifting his head from the breast he suckled, Spike watched as she became lost with the vortex of her desire and need. Buffy struggled to keep her eyes open as each touch or stroke of his fingers sent pulsating threads of pleasure along her body. She had become so sensitive, to even the slightest of Spike's touches as she advanced with their pregnancy.

"So responsive Buffy," Spike tone was almost a whisper, "so eager for my touch."

"I want you," Buffy tone was sharp and filled with need, "inside of me now."

"No need to rush things my love." Spike lifted himself away from her, removing his hand from her folds as he came to stand at the end of their bed. Buffy lifted herself onto her elbows as she watched, her eyes raked over his naked form. He stood now with his hands on his narrow hips, "I want you to move that luscious bottom of yours onto the edge of the mattress and your legs open to me. Bring a pillow with you love."

Buffy's abdominal muscles clenched as he asked her to do as he said.  Her mind flooded with images of him pounding into her, which heated her blood. She grabbed a pillow that lay beneath her head and grasped it in front of her. She then wiggled herself down the bed, her knees bent with her ankles touching the edge of the mattress and her bottom just inches from the edge. Impatiently, Spike bent over and grasped Buffy's bent knees in each hand, pulling them apart and exposing her. Taking the pillow from her hands, Spike placed it under her, lifting her bottom further up from the base of the bed. Spike got down onto his knees, ran his hands down the inside of her thighs until her reached her vulva.

Slowly he pulled the folds apart with his fingers, exposing the wet flesh to him as he watched Buffy's reaction to what he was doing to her. A single finger ran down the crease as she closed her eyes and  responded to sensations that fizzed along her body and ricocheted along nerve endings. Moving back up to where he started, Spike ran his finger back up her folds and as Buffy luxuriated in the sensation, he added his tongue to heighten the sensation. Her sharp 'ohhh' filtered through to his ears as she expressed her satisfaction at what he was doing to her.

Buffy's mind could only focus on the pleasure Spike was creating within her; his touch sparked a blazing fire of desire that had her hungering for more. The more he touched her the more she craved.  She could never get enough of him. Buffy longed for him like she had no one ever before. The touch of the roughened flesh of his tongue against the soft wet flesh of her pussy created the most delicious sensations as two extremes of texture brushed against each other.

Soft 'hmmms' broke through the statically charged room as Buffy further expressed her pleasure vocally to her lover, making him aware of her ecstasy. The short licks that Spike made against her only accentuated the heightened sensual ambience that she was enduring. Buffy fought against the need to arch herself of the bed as his tongue fondled her clit, even more so when he opened his mouth over her and began suckling her clit as he had her breast.

Spike felt Buffy's legs begin to tremble slightly as he intensified the suction he held over her clit. He felt the gentle contractions of her pussy as he teased the engorged tip of her clit with light licks of the tip of his tongue as he slowly slid two fingers into her canal. He gloried in her evident arousal for him, as his fingers slid easily over her slick core. He loved to feel her wet with desire and need. Nothing helped fulfil him more than to hear her soft cries of passion and a kind of purr which erupted from her throat as he pleasured her.

Lifting his head away from her, Spike watched her as he still massaged her inner walls with his fingers, curling them around inside her as far as her pulsating muscles would allow. With his other hand, he began to grind his open palm against her clit, exposing it to excruciating amounts of pressure. Buffy responded with a small subtle bucking of her hips as the tormenting throb spread from her clit to the rest of her body.  She felt the throbbing turn into a ripple in her lower abdomen. Buffy felt herself teeter on the edge of the abyss of cataclysmic release as the physical gratification enticed her towards orgasm.

But it wasn't enough, she wanted more. More of him.  She desperately needed to feel him inside her, touching her so intimately, caressing her and stroking her in places that only he could. It was more than wanting the contact of flesh with flesh that he gave.  It was more than physical joining of two bodies.  It was the joining of both mind and spirit. Buffy opened her desire-filled eyes and trailed her gaze down her body until her eyes meet Spike's.  Locking her gaze with his, she spoke silently of her wants and needs. Lifting her feet off the bed, she spread her legs further apart and moved one of her ankles until it brushed the side of his waist. Buffy gently pushed against him in an upward motion with her feet a few times, and then awkwardly slanted her foot towards his straining cock which sat erect against his abdomen. With just the tips of her toes, Buffy stroked him with a light pressure. Spike allowed himself to experience a moment of pleasure before he reacted to her touch.

Grabbing her ankle, he lifted it away from his front and moved it to his waist. Letting his hand slide down to her knee, he held the leg in place beside his hip. Taking the other ankle in his hand, he repeated his actions until both of her knees rested besides his hips and he took the weight of her legs into his hands. Standing up he took a baby step towards the bed, lifting one of his knees onto the mattress. On a slight slant Spike arched his hips somewhat forward, letting the column of his cock slide along Buffy's moist folds, separating them as it speared its way along the crease. Spike was careful not to place any of his body weight onto his pregnant lover, or cause Buffy to press herself too much onto her protruding stomach.

"Please don't tease me Spike," Buffy whispered, "be with me, be in me."

Letting one of her knees go for a moment, Spike probed her pussy with a few strokes of his fingers letting the moisture he found flow onto his fingers. Taking his erection into his hand he spread the moisture over his cock, pumping the flesh a few times to expose all of it to her wetness. Without breaking eye contact with her, he slipped the head of his cock into her vaginal opening, Buffy felt herself stretch to accommodate the intrusion within her inner walls. Gradually Spike increased his penetration with slow backwards and forwards thrusts of his cock inside her core; Buffy mimicked the movements with shallow intakes of breaths that filled the room with a hum.

The pressure caused Buffy to contract her pelvic muscles against the friction created by the contact of flesh between them. She watched as Spike's face began to contort with the pleasure he was finding within her depths; the strain of the restraint he was placing on himself not to just plunge within her filled his face. It was as if he could only think about what he was doing and feeling, nothing else matter in this time and place but what was happening between the two of them. Nothing else mattered.

The strokes of Spike's cock were measured and deliberate; he was always mindful of the precious life that lay within Buffy. The muscles that contracted and unfurled around him created the most delicious feelings of warmth as he continued to stroke her inner walls. The look of pleasure that washed over her face was worth all the restraint that he placed on his passion which wanted nothing more than to be fully unleashed on the woman who  lay beneath him. All the passion that burned and consumed him wanted nothing more than to slam its way fully into her, to feel every inch of his cock surrounded by her moist warmth. Spike knew that considering her advancing pregnancy he could only do it like this, so he concentrated on achieving the optimum level of pleasure he could with the amount of depth at which he could penetrate her.

Buffy revelled in the mind shattering depths of her arousal, the shallowness of Spike's penetration created tingling ripples of sensation that fired along her raw nerve endings. Wave after wave followed every movement of his hips and intensified every time he changed the angle of his hips.  A simple thrust or gyration of his hips caused a slow circular spiral wave of sensation to follow and flood her with more moisture.

Despite the intense feeling of gratification that flowed through both of them, Buffy could see the frustration that filled Spike's face, it was clear that he need to totally possess her. An ache started to reflect within herself, a need to feel him totally caress every inch of her that he could created such longing within her that demanded to be satisfied. One thing that Buffy could be assured of was that she wasn't going to get it the way they were now, as pleasurable as their lovemaking was she hungered for more.

"Spike," Buffy spoke softly trying not to break his concentration too much, "Spike stop."

Abruptly Spike pulled himself out of her body, stumbling somewhat backwards away from the bed. A look of guilty horror filled his face, he struggled to control the slight shaking that wracked his body and leaned over and pulled the pillow away from her hips, examining the pillow case.

"What's wronnng?" he faltered on his words, "you're not bleeding…"

"Hey I'm alright," Buffy pulled herself back up the bed until she lay against the head of the bed, "I just need more."

"More?"

"Of you," Buffy ran her hand down her front until she reached her abdomen, "I want to feel every inch of your beautiful self fuck me, but I kind of have a little obstruction to getting what I want."  She let out a little laughter as Spike started to comprehend what she wanted from him. Buffy laughed harder as he stood there running a hand through his hair in a shaking motion as his face frowned quizzically. "And I always get what I want."

"Gonna get it," Spike moved back onto the bed beside her, all concern washed from his face as he gently kissed her lips. The air around them seemed to sizzle and hiss as their passion burned between them and intensified as their lovemaking went up to a higher plane of desire.

Buffy let her fingers trail over his hand and arm reaching his shoulder, Buffy stopped and pushed backwards with the heel of her palm making him lay back onto the bed. Turning herself as much as possible towards Spike, she leaned over his torso and grabbed onto his shoulders for leverage pulling herself to him. Buffy felt a little clumsy as she wobbled and teetered on her ankles and knees as she tried to straddle her lover. Spike grabbed her around her hips trying to help regain her balance, and support her weight as she manoeuvred above him.

Buffy settled herself around his narrow hips; her hands lay flat on his chest and her abdomen pressing slightly on him somewhere in between them. Spike looked at the woman above him, he squeezed the flesh that lay under his hands, gathering it in a shallow pull between his fingers. His gaze locked with hers as he brought his hands around her waist and over her abdomen and lovingly massaged the stretched skin underneath it.   The light in his eyes seemed to brighten as his hands moved around her soft skin. Spike seemed in awe of the life that lay beneath his hands. For just a few moments, they stayed as they were as they shared in a special moment that passed between them.

Not breaking their locked eyes, Buffy lifted herself slightly away from Spike as she shimmed down his body. Inclining herself forward she placed a hand on the bed for anchorage, Buffy reached behind her clasping Spike's erection in her hand. This time Spike closed his eyes as she ran the sensitive tip along her wet folds, and teased her clit with the head of his cock. With minute sways of her hips, she drew out the light sensations that he was experiencing to prolonged excruciating ecstasy. Spike grabbed the bed linen beneath him as pleasure ricocheted along his body, trying to contain the mounting desire to grab her hips and slam her down fully over his erection.

In desperation, Spike grabbed onto the headboard, his hands whitening as the blood flow constricted with the force he exerted with his grasp. His hips arched slightly as he tried to pierce Buffy as she swayed her core over him, the soft 'please' came from his lips as he pleaded with her. Unable to deny his request, Buffy lifted herself a few inches and slowly slid the tip of Spike's cock into her vagina, and with unhurried momentum she devoured the hard-ridged length. Prolonging the initial sensation for as long as she could, Buffy began to move her hips up and down in small increments.  Spike slightly lifted his torso up as she finally enveloped all of his length inside her inner walls. He anchored his hands around her knees as she began slowly to move along his cock, an almost silent repeated 'huhh' passed from his lips in time with every caress of flesh in flesh.

Lifting herself into a sitting position, Buffy raised her thighs as the lumbar region of her back began to circularly fuse her hips into a diverse rhythm of sensual awareness. This fuelled an even more profound exhilaration of bliss as their combined fervour dowsed her with such a heightened consciousness of pleasure that was pure hedonism. Slow circular movements became stronger and more shallow in tempo as they began to surrender themselves over to the fire that burned within each of them. Each stroke of his cock over her inner core fired raw sensations of fulfilment, no centimetre left untouched by his length as it passed over every nerve ending within Buffy. Taking his hands away from their grip on her knees, Spike grasped her hips making her collide faster against him

Buffy struggled to keep her grip on sanity as she propelled towards her need for release, her body screamed in frustration as she tried in desperation to hold out that little bit longer. Focusing on the pleasure that shot through her body only added to the intense desire that demanded to be liberated, but she was too lost inside their passion to deny anything else. Struggle as she might against it, Buffy couldn't help but feel her inner muscles flutter compelling against the ridged, trying to squeeze the very essence from him.

Spike felt the telltale signs of the fruition of Buffy's pleasure as she began to tighten around him in constricting waves that pulsated through to his own body. Buffy's breathing rapidly amplified as her body began to buck and sway as she plunged into her orgasm while the fire within her surged into a crescendo consuming her totally. She couldn't hold back her words of pleasure as she pleaded with Spike, for 'more', 'faster', the louder 'oh my god' or the simple sounds of passion that filled the air.

Unable to hold himself back as he watched Buffy come, Spike let his own need for release unshackle itself from its restraint and unleash itself within her. Pressure pounded the length of his body, realization of needs and desires fed the fervour that flowed through his blood. Unable not to respond to his lover's passionate calls to him, he responded with his own harshly spoken words of passion, which became as primitive as the act between them. He could only use simple coarse words like 'fuck', 'harder' or 'deeper'; his vocabulary restricted to the crux of the matter. Extolling the feelings of satisfaction as he came, Spike continued to rock Buffy above him as the feeling began to dissipate into post orgasmic delight.

Breathing became easier and rhythmic between the two of them as they felt each other relax. Slowly Buffy moved herself away from where she straddled Spike onto the bed, coming to lay on her side facing him. Spike moved onto his side, creating symmetry as they snuggled closely next to each other. Limbs became entwined as they revelled in their postcoital passion, light butterfly kissed passed between them as a sense of tranquillity gorged them.  

"Love you," Spike broke away from her lips, "so much."

"I know," Buffy kissed him softly again, "love you too."

"Love you too baby," Spike rubbed her abdomen, "I wonder whether it's a boy or girl?"

"You'll just have to wait until he or she is born," Buffy placed her own hand over his.

"Love, we'll have to start thinking of names soon," Spike began kissing her again between his words. "Something old or modern?"He nipped at her upper lip, "What do you think?"

"I can't think when you do that," Buffy lightly swatted his shoulder, "Maybe we should both think about it for a while then talk it over."

"But pet, I don't want to leave it until bub's born," Spike protested.

"We've still got a few months until the baby comes," Buffy tried to smile, "plenty of time to choose a name."

"Buffy…"

"Spike, I think that we have a few more pressing issues than the baby's name," Buffy pulled away slightly from his embrace.

"What could be more important than that?" Spike looked questioningly at her.

"Lily," Buffy looked past him at the ceiling.  "You need to settle things with Lily before anything else."

"Lily is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment, Buffy," Spike rested his hand on her jaw and pulled her face back to his until his gaze locked with hers. "Let me handle Lily. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

"Spike! I will worry my pretty head about it, and don't say that again or little Spikey won't see the light of day again!" Buffy shook her head; -men awhhhhh- ran through her mind. "A while ago you were all fired up about it and now you don't want to worry about what she's up to?"

"Not today Buffy," Spike kissed her forehead.  "Here and now I'm only concerned for you and the baby. I fully intend on dealing with it tomorrow with dad during office hours, but today I want to concern myself only with us. I want today to be just perfect."

"So what are you going to do to achieve this perfection?"

"What do you want to do? I'll leave today all up to you," Spike tempted her with what they would do today to move her off the subject of Lily. "Anything princess?"

"Hmm, maybe we could go out for lunch, or…" Buffy rubbed her head as she thought out what they could do, "we could have some friends over for lunch."

"Friends?" Spike looked at her with his eyebrows raised.

"Well you were the one that suggested that I should start getting people to accept us together. What better way than bribing them with food?" Buffy laughed. "It'd be nice to get the gang together; it's been a while since I've seen anyone. I feel like I've neglected them."

"I'm sure that they'll forgive you love."

"I hope so."

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