Okay guys...here we go! Another adventure! I hope you enjoy this one...it's the sequel to You Mean the World to Me...Hope you like!
 

Chapter 1:

Buffy stared thoughtfully at herself in the mirror, moving from
side to side, taking in her appearance. She had a little
paunch, but nothing enormous. Yet. She patted her tummy
and then smoothed her hands over it, trying to imagine
herself when it got larger.

“Pet? What are you doing?”

Buffy looked over her shoulder to see her mate
and husband standing in the doorway of their bedroom,
watching her with eyebrows raised.

“Checking out my tummy,” she explained.

“You’re not going to be one of those birds that
freak out if you gain weight during pregnancy are you?”

She rolled her eyes at the thought. “No way.”
She frowned. “Well, at least I don’t think so. I’ve always
wanted to be pregnant.”

“Have you now?” Spike asked, sauntering over
slowly, grinning.

She nodded. “Yup. I’ve always thought
pregnant woman were so beautiful. The whole idea of giving
birth is just amazing to me.” She grabbed his hand and placed
it over her stomach. “Spike, our BABY is in there. Ours.
Yours and mine. Life is living inside of me. Don’t you find that
amazing?”

Spike smiled broadly and brought her into his
arms. “Even more so because it’s ours. Not supposed to
happen, me being a vampire and all.”

She yawned and rested her head against his
chest. “It was meant to be.”

“Better believe it, baby,” Spike whispered and
placed a kiss on her forehead as his hands traveled up her
back, stroking her skin lightly. “How much time do we have
before the party?” He murmured.

She grinned. “Not enough time for that.”

“I can be quick—wait. That’s probably not the
best thing to say is it?”

She laughed and pulled out of his embrace. “No
it’s not, and trust me honey, you could never be quick.”

Tucking his tongue behind his teeth, he
smirked. “Lucky for you, innit?

“Yes dear. Do you have Giles’ presents at the
door? We should probably get going. As much as the man
says he doesn’t want anyone to make a fuss on his birthday,
he’s lying. He loves the attention.”

“His presents are right by the door, just as my
lovely pregnant wife ordered.”

“Thank you,” she yawned again as she made
her way into the foyer to grab her jacket. Spike followed, a
slight frown on his face.

“What?” she asked him, seeing the frown.


“You’re yawning a lot today. Did you get any
sleep at all last night kitten?”

She busied herself with zipping up her jacket
and grabbing some of Giles’ presents. “Yeah, I slept fine.”

He cocked his head to the side and she gave up
trying to hide from his inquiring gaze and just looked up at
him. “Spike, I’m fine. I’m pregnant, it’s normal for me to be
tired.”

He appeared to be contemplating something. “Do
you want me to give you a massage? Maybe we could get
home early and you can take a warm bath and I’ll give you a
massage before you go to bed.”

She smiled wistfully. “That does sound nice.”

Grabbing the last of Giles’ gifts, Spike used his
free hand to take Buffy’s hand and they made their way out
of their apartment to Spike’s car.

Buffy stared out the window and stifled another
yawn. Truth was, she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night.
She’d been having dreams that she just couldn’t explain yet.
Well, in a way she could, but she needed help figuring out
what was going on. She wasn’t like a regular Slayer; she
was just a girl with powers. Mated and now married to a
vampire. Her Spike who’d been brought to her when she
was only a teenager.

If there was on thing she’d learned since
becoming Spike’s mate, it was not to keep secrets from him.
She just didn’t know how to explain to him without him
worrying what she didn’t yet understand herself.

How could she possibly explain to him that if her
dreams were any indication, she was becoming less human
and more like him.

Immortal.


TBC..let me know what you think!

Chapter Two

"Honestly, Buffy, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me," Giles told them shyly as he took in Joyce's decorated living room with a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday Giles!!', a cake and some snacks.
Buffy smiled and shook her head at him, knowing full well he loved the attention. And at the moment, he was especially cute as Joyce flitted around him, making sure he had everything he needed. Spike sat down next to Buffy and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him and pressing a soft kiss on her temple.

"It's not a big deal Giles, and you love it."

Giles grinned. "I do. Thank you just the same."

"You're welcome."

"How have you been feeling dear?" Giles asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Good," she replied. She patted her stomach. "Starting to get a little
tummy."

"Do you feel that any of your powers have diminished at all?"

"Nope. Everything seems to be pretty much the same."

"Good, good."

"Spike, honey, would you help me open a new bottle of wine? I can't seem
to get it," Joyce called from the kitchen.

Spike jumped up, "Sure thing Joyce!"

As soon as Spike was out of the room, Buffy leaned forward and put her
hand on Giles' arm to grab his attention.

"Giles I need to talk to you."

Giles looked at her startled and leaned forward. "Are you all right Buffy?"

"I'm fine. I think I am. I've been having these dreams lately and I need
your take on them."

Giles furrowed his brow. "What kind of dreams?"

Buffy chewed her bottom lip, trying to suss out the best way to explain
them.

"In my dreams, I'm me, except different."

"How so?"

"I'm not quite human."

"Then what are you?" Giles asked, alarmed.

"I'm not sure. I think I'm immortal. I don't change, I grow stronger, but I
stay the same. Like Spike. "

"Are you---is it possible that you're turning?"

"Into a vampire? No. Like I said, it's still me. The dreams are sketchy, it's
just something I

know. That I'm not going to age and that something about me is different."

"Stronger you say though?"

"Yeah, I think so. They're not very clear."

"And the baby?"

"Nothing. But, Giles, could it be just you know, dreams? Could it be just a
by product of my active imagination and hormones?"

"It could be, but perhaps that's something we need to explore. I've been
meaning to talk to you about a girl that I've recently met. She's discovered
that she has some powers and sought me out to help her control them as
well as hone them."

"Powers? Like me?"

"Of the magical nature. Her name is Willow Rosenberg. Perhaps you could
stop by on Monday and meet her? Maybe she can help figure out what
your dreams mean."

"Giles, do you think that's a good idea? I mean having her know about
Spike and me and . . . you're usually the first one to tell me to keep it quiet."

"Willow already knows about the presence of vampires. Her powers were
realized the moment her life was in endangered by one."

"Really?"

"Yes. She was attacked and found that by her sheer will, she was able to
stop the creature in its tracks and detain it. I trust her a great deal Buffy.
Come by and meet her and I think you will too. If not, we don't have to tell
her anything. There can't be any harm in meeting her can there?"

"No, I guess not."

"She is a bright young woman with extraordinary powers. She's been quite
receptive to the instructions I've given her." Giles was smiling brightly and
proudly.

Buffy felt a pang of jealousy bubble up inside her. What happened to Buffy
being the bright young woman with extraordinary powers? Granted Buffy
wasn't always the best student, always wanting to do things her way, but
she and Giles had always been magically receptive to one another. She
realized that she hadn't been able to spend much time with Giles lately, but
that was no reason to go and replace her. She felt the familiar prick of tears
forming and fought them. Talk about being hormonal. This was ridiculous.

"Buffy you all right?" Giles asked popping a chip in his mouth.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm gonna get a refill on my milk."



"You've been quiet tonight," Spike observed as they drove home from
Giles' birthday party.

"Just tired," Buffy answered automatically, staring out the window.

Reaching over, Spike grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. "Pet, what's
wrong?"

Buffy sighed. "I was talking to Giles earlier and he's got a new student."

"And?"

"He said she was a bright young woman with extraordinary powers."

"And?"

"What do you mean ‘and'? I'm being replaced. Next thing you know he'll be
walking her down the aisle when she gets married too!"

"Buffy, where is this coming from? Giles adores you. He considers you the
daughter he never had, you are irreplaceable in his eyes and you know it."

"I didn't say logic had any part in my thought process," she retorted,
pouting.


Pulling in front of their building, Spike shut the car off and Buffy climbed
out, with minimal help from Spike. He pulled her into his arms while
simultaneously closing the door behind her.

"Giles loves you and Willow is not replacing you. It's good for him to have
someone else to train. You've been busy with your sexy husband and
getting ready for our baby. Since he and Joyce haven't seemed to gather a
clue about each other, he needs something to focus his energies on."

"I know," Buffy grumbled, "I just . . . it just hurt ya know? It's selfish of
me, I know, but for so long it's only been me with Giles. And now there's
someone else and it just kind of threw me."


Taking her hand in his, Spike led Buffy up to their apartment. "I know,
sweetheart. It's perfectly normal. Just so long as you know that it's
unfounded to think you'd be replaced. You're irreplaceable," he told her
unlocking their door and pushing her gently in.

Buffy smiled sappily up at him. "You're irreplaceable you know that?"

Spike's expression changed to one of awe and adoration as he beheld her.
Leaning in, and kicking the door to their apartment with his foot, Spike
kissed her tenderly.


As was usually the way with Buffy and Spike, it didn't take long for their
kisses to become urgent and their touch needy. Pushing his jacket off his
shoulders, Buffy pressed herself against Spike, noticing for the first time
that she wasn't able to pull herself flush against his body. As much as she
liked the paunch she had, the thought that she couldn't get so close to Spike
anymore saddened her. She had always enjoyed being able to feel every
part of him against her.

It seemed to unfazed Spike however, and after discarding her jacket, he
hauled her up in his arms and carried her into their bedroom, laying her
down on their bed. Standing up and gazing at her hotly as he discarded his
shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, Buffy watched him with barely concealed
hunger. Crawling up her body, he lifted her shirt, exposing her swelling
stomach and kissed it gently as he pushed the shirt up and off with her
help. She brought him closer, entangling her fingers in his springy curls and
engaging his tongue in a dance with her own. Making sure to keep to her
side and not crush her, Spike reached down with his hand and inched his
way inside her pants and panties. He sought out her core and teased her
with his fingers, gliding them up and down her slit, just barely grazing her
clit, causing her to arch into him, seeking his touch. He nipped at her lips
and pressed hot, open mouth kisses along her neck, licking the mark he'd
left on her. As he started to glide down her body, Buffy toed off her shoes
and socks and watched him, licking her lips with anticipation.

They'd made love that morning, but that didn't seem to mean much when
it came to them. They still ached for each other as if they'd been starved
from it for months and years rather than a few hours. Taking off her pants
and panties, Spike finally lavished attention to the spot Buffy desperately
needed him to attend to. She tangled her fingers in his air and pushed him
closer to her center, shivering as he blew on her sex and then licked her.
When he finally took her clit in his mouth and sucked on it hard, once, she
nearly screamed. She squirmed as he teased her and then he sucked it in
her mouth once more and she came undone.

Once she had come down from her high, she sat up and reached for him,
crushing her lips against his and tasting herself on his lips. Reaching
between them, she found his hardness and worked on releasing it from the
confines of his jeans. Hissing at the pleasure, Spike rid himself of his jeans
and rolled them so that they lay facing each other. Placing her leg on top of
his, his cock brushed against her pussy and she grabbed it lightly, stroking
it before guiding it within her. They both moaned as they started an age old
rhythm, grinding and moving against each other.

"Buffy. . . my love. . . " Spike murmured against her neck. "I love you so
much."

"Uhhh…I love you. Harder Spike please….need you to fill me up."

Spike growled and moved just a touch harder, moving in just the right spot
so that his cock brushed against her clit with each stroke. She was fast
reaching her climax and she kissed him hard on the mouth before trailing
over to her mark on him, sucking on it.

"Do it baby, do it," he encouraged hoarsely.

She didn't have to be asked twice, immediately Buffy bit down on her mark
and broke the skin. Blood splashed on her tongue and he started to pound
harder into her. She took untold bliss in the feeling of taking his blood in
her mouth and becoming one with his essence. "Mine," she growled.

Then she felt his sharp teeth graze her mark and she drew her arm around
his head and pressed him closer. "Please," she whispered.

Biting down on her mark sent Buffy into an orgasm so intense, Buffy was
sure she blacked out for a second. She came with a shout of his name and
Spike howled his claim on her whilst he came inside her.

Coming down from their bliss, they moved softly against each other riding
out their orgasms and basking in each other.

"Promise you'll never leave me," Buffy whispered as she drifted off to
sleep.

Spike looked at her startled. Leave her? Was she kidding? And when had
she ever expressed that fear before? He was always the one that worried
about her leaving him.

"Promise," she told him sleepily and lightly pinched him, her eyelids
closing.

"Never leave you my love. Never. You're my one and only. Forever."

"Mmm…Forever…." Buffy murmured and fell fast asleep.




Chapter Three

Buffy couldn't deny feeling apprehensive about visiting Giles and his ‘bright young woman with the extraordinary powers.' It still stung no matter how much she knew she was being ridiculous.

Knocking on the door, it did not bode well when the girl in question
answered the door. Buffy raised her eyebrows. The woman before her had
shoulder length red hair, green eyes and pale skin. She wore light makeup
and had some kind of peasant dress on. She was cute, in a word.

"You must be Buffy. Hi, I'm Willow," and the girl stuck out her hand.

Buffy took it lightly and smiled softly. "Hi."

"Come on in," Willow stepped aside.

Okay, that wasn't right. Of COURSE she could come in. Giles was HERS.
This was practically her home—as a matter of fact it had been her home at
one time. She could waltz in if she wanted to, unannounced even. Or, hey,
she could use her key and the only reason why she hadn't was because
she'd left it at home. So there, Willow Rosenberg!

"Giles is downstairs putting some supplies away," she sat down at the
table, facing Buffy who was standing in the door way still, feeling kind of out
of disorientated. "Oh. Right. So, magic huh?" Brilliant Buffy, brilliant.

Willow nodded eagerly. "It just …came out of me. And good thing it had! If
it hadn't I'd be dead right now."

"Oh?" Buffy decided to play dumb on the off chance Giles hadn't told
Willow she knew.

"Vampires. Can you believe it? Well, of course YOU can, being with a
vampire and all."

Buffy's jaw dropped and then she started to sputter. "What? How did you?
Did Giles say—how in the world—you can't tell anyone!"

Willow looked at her, startled and jumped out of her seat. "Oh! No, no, no!
I wouldn't tell anyone. I won't! Giles didn't say a word to me, I just . . . " she
looked at her sheepishly. "I've seen you around the city. Mostly at night
and with your boyfriend. I've seen you stake a vamp before and I've seen
your boyfriends face all fangy. I was too freaked about it all to talk to you . .
. plus what would I say anyway? ‘Hi, I just saw you dust a vampire. My
name is Willow.'"

Buffy took a tentative step forward. "Good point." Was Giles remodeling
down there too?

"Anyway, I found myself on the receiving end of unwanted vampire
attention and when I told him to stop, he became immobile! Then I thought

about him engulfing in flames, and poof! Up he went in flames." She was
beaming, apparently proud of herself.

Buffy's eyes bugged. "You were able to engulf him in flames?"

Willow nodded. "After then I tried doing other things, like move stuff—"

"Sounds like telekinesis rather than magic."

"Just call me Carrie!" Willow laughed, "And Firestarter!"

Buffy just smiled wanly.

"So some things I've been able to do. I haven't been able to do the fire
thing again, so Giles thinks it may have happened due to stress. I tried a
glamour spell and it worked."

"Glamour spell?"

"You know when you change your appearance? I wanted to have black
hair for a night just to see if my girlfriend liked it. Which, she did."

"Glamour huh? That's . . . interesting. And, girlfriend you say?"

Willow nodded profusely. "Yep. I'm gay." She stopped and narrowed her
eyes. "That a problem?"

Buffy's eyes widened and now it was her that was rushing to the defense.
"No! God no. Not at all. I just . . . what is Giles DOING down there?
Rebuilding the Taj Mahal?"

Willow giggled. "Let me get him."

Buffy nodded, and, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, sat down at the table. She
felt as if she'd just gotten slammed with information and she'd only been
there for not even ten minutes. Willow knowing about Spike and her,
Willow gay, Willow knowing WAY more magic than her, Willow letting HER
in Giles' house. She was feeling overwhelmed and no wonder!

She jumped a mile at the warm hand on her back. "Buffy, dear, are you all
right?"

She turned to see Giles standing before her with a concerned expression on
his face. The urge to cry was sudden upon her and she fought it. "I'm just
feeling a little dizzy."

"Would you like some tea?"

"Please. Decaf."

"Coming right up," and he smiled warmly at her.


Willow sat down across from her. "I came on too strong, didn't I?" she
looked worried.

"I'm just. . . no. Just so much going on all of a sudden I just needed to take
a breather."

Willow nodded. "I'm sorry just the same. I flung a lot at you in a short
amount of time."

"So, I don't even know where to start. I can't seem to think of anything to
say!"

"That's a first," Giles said jokingly from the kitchen.

"Watch it buddy!" Buffy laughed.

"Giles sings you praises you know," Willow informed her. "I can tell he
adores you."


Buffy smiled sheepishly, "thanks."

"Now that I've met you and know about you, I feel like I could learn so
much from you."

"Me?" Buffy was incredulous. "You started a fire!"

Willow chuckled nervously. "That I can't seem to do again. Maybe we could
learn from each other then?"

"Maybe," Buffy replied, non committal.



"I take it you didn't trust her then?" Giles inquired an hour later after
Willow had left.

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well it's either yes or no."


Toying with the tea bag in her mug, Buffy shrugged again. "I didn't feel up
to sharing."

"Buffy, are you sure you're all right?"

"I think so."

"What is it? The dream? We will figure it out Buffy. Spike? Is Spike
bothering you?"

"No! I don't . . . I don't know what's wrong with me. Must be the

hormones."

"Did you have the dream last night?"

"Every night for the past month."

"And nothing in it changes?"

"Nope."

"Have you seen any changes in your magic or your strength?"

"I haven't really practiced much lately," Buffy trailed off. Ever since she'd
gotten pregnant she had forgone patrolling altogether. Spike had taken to
doing a quick sweep, which worried her to no end. It was tough because on
the one hand, she wanted to be out there doing what she felt was her job.
On the other hand, she didn't want to endanger the baby by going out
there. Then there was the issue of Spike doing it. She didn't want him out
there endangering himself, but she also didn't want the streets to go
unchecked. It was a fight she'd been having with herself and Spike lately.
And she hadn't felt much like practicing her magick because her energy
levels hadn't been all that high lately. In a word, she was bored. She helped
her mother out at the gallery a few days a week, but it wasn't enough. She
needed something else, something that was just hers. She just didn't know
what it was. She had a college education for crying out loud, surely there
was SOMETHING she could do. Something she SHOULD be doing. And
what could she do now that she was pregnant? What place would want her
for the next few months only to let her go for a few more?

No wonder she felt exhausted with these thoughts running rampant in her
mind.

"Perhaps you should start coming by a few times during the week and we
can do some tests and maybe practice? It might not hurt for you and Spike
to spar a bit. Nothing extreme that could hurt the baby of course, but
something small just to test reflexes and strength. He should be a rather
good judge of any change in your strength."

"I haven't told Spike about the dream."

Giles looked stunned. "Why ever not?"

"I didn't want to worry him until I figured it out."

"Buffy," Giles started, shaking his head. "With all that you and Spike have been through you should know above all not to keep secrets from him."

Buffy looked down at the floor. "I know. I just wanted clarification of
whether or not it was actually something or if I was just having a weird
occurring dream, ya know?"

"I think after having the dream for a month as you have, it's time to tell
him," Giles told her in that stern, yet gentle way he had. "You should try a
dream exercise before you go to bed."

"Such as?"

"Tell yourself that you will see more, understand more and that you will
receive answers. Often times people who have recurring nightmares talk to
themselves before bed. They tell themselves they will fight and conquer
the monster in their dream, and usually, they do. Perhaps trying something
like that for your dream will offer insight to what is happening within you.
If anything is happening at all."

Buffy nodded. "All right."

"In the mean time. You need to tell Spike."

"Yes dad," Buffy teased.

Giles' whole face brightened considerably and Buffy felt her heart expand
at the sight. Promptly, she burst into tears. "I love you Giles!" She wailed
as Giles sprinted across the room and took her in a soothing embrace.

"Buffy, why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a sap!" she sobbed against him.

Giles stroked her hair. "I love you too, Buffy. You're the daughter I never
had, you know."

"I know," Buffy whimpered. "Just don't ever forget that."



 

Chapter Four

By the time Buffy reached home, she was exhausted. She knew however, that she had to speak with Spike. She just didn't know if she should do it before or after a nap.

"Baby, you look wiped," he told her as she curled up next to him as he
fiddled on the computer. "How'd it go?"

"It was all right. Willow seemed nice enough. Very uh, forthcoming with
information."

"Such as?" he asked and leaned back on the couch with her, placing her in
his lap and stroking her hair as she spoke.

Buffy relayed her visit at Giles', skimming over the parts where she had
spoken to Giles about her dream.

"See? Told you he loved you."

"I know," she sighed and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You know what? I
love you."

Spike put his hand under her chin and kissed her softly.

"What were you doing while I was gone?" Buffy asked gesturing to the
computer.

"That's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?" she tried to keep the dread in her voice down to a minimum. It was
silly really, but with all the changes that had been going on recently, she
wasn't sure if she could handle another one. She wasn't very often the ‘roll
with the punches' sort of girl. One would think she would have to be with
what she was and what she did, but change was something she never did
well.

Spike pinched the end of her nose lightly. "It's nothing to worry about it. I
can feel the tension in you. Relax Buffy, what I have to tell you is a good
thing. At least I think it is."

"Just tell me already!" she burst out.

"I've applied for a job at Boston College and I got accepted. I'm going to
teach British Literature at night."

Now it was Spike bracing himself and filling with tension.

Buffy looked up at him and smiled, "I think that sounds great Spike! Why
didn't you tell me sooner?" Like you have room to talk, she chided herself.

"I didn't want to say anything in case I didn't get it. You know how it is,
not wanting to curse your luck."

"Don't you have to have a teaching degree and all that?"

"Well, most often, yes."

"You fudged some documents didn't you?"

"Little bit. Helped that I told them I studied at Oxford."

"Which you did."

"Exactly."

"In the Victorian era," she giggled.

"Ah well."

"On the off chance that you wouldn't have gotten it, would you have told
me then?"

"Depends on how embarrassed I was about it," he told her sheepishly.

"Well, I'm just thinking that if they were stupid enough not to hire my
brilliant husband, then I'd have to go down there and put the smack down on them."

Spike laughed and nuzzled her neck. "So good to me, you are."

She wrinkled her nose. "Not always."

He brought her face up to his. "All in the past." Resting his hand on her
stomach, he rubbed circles on it gently. It rumbled back at him. "Hungry
kitten?"

She nodded, "I think so. Do we have any buffalo wings?"

"I think so, if not I'll order out for some. You're looking knackered luv,
why don't you lie down for a bit while I make the food."

"Okay."

Making her way to the bedroom, Buffy sat down lied down and stared up
at the ceiling. So, Spike had found his nitch. Now she just had to find hers.



Buffy woke up starving. Apparently she'd fallen asleep for a while because
the room was now engulfed in darkness. The scent of Buffalo Wings
lingered in the air along with . . . fries!

"Spike?" she called out as she made her way into the kitchen. No answer.
"Spike?" she called again.

Just then the door burst open and a scraggly looking Spike came through.
His clothes a bit torn and blood seeping from a cut on his forehead. Buffy
flew into autopilot, grabbing the first aid kit. "Spike, what happened?"

"Got into a little rough and tumble. Quite a few baddies out there tonight,"
he sighed, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it.

Buffy grabbed it, "sit down. I'll get it all for you."

"Buffy, I can take care of a wound or two."

"Please? You take care of me all the time. Let me take care of you."

Settling down in a chair, he watched her as she tended to his cuts and
scrapes. Her fears were bubbling to the surface.

"Spike, I don't think you should do this anymore," she told him as she
applied some antiseptic.

"Buffy," he started on a sigh.

"Spike, I don't want our baby to not have a father."

"Buffy, it's going to take more than a few vamps to take me down. It's not
like they come armed ya know?"

"But one wrong move and—"

"Buffy! Stop. I'm fine. Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise pet, I'm
here to stay."

She watched him as she went to the fridge and to get something to drink.

"Fine, then I want to come with you," she told him.

He set his cup down on the table and faced her with a stern expression.
"No. You're not going out there in your condition."

"I can watch your back, make sure nothing happens. I can be back up. I
won't get involved unless you're in danger. I'll even hide."

"Buffy, I said no."

"Since when are you the boss of me?" she demanded.

"Since you're carrying my child and I don't want to lose either of you!" he shouted at her.

"When did you become so goddamn thickheaded?" she shouted back.

"When you became so goddamn stubborn!"

Going to the fridge, she started taking things out and slamming them down
on the kitchen table. She had to eat now if she was going to keep up this
argument with Spike. Grabbing a cup, she started to gulp it down. Spike
shouting her name stopped her.

"What now?" she asked annoyed.

Startled, Spike grabbed the cup out of her hand. "Buffy. You just drank my
blood."

She looked up at him and then down at the cup three quarters empty. The cup of blood she probably would have finished if Spike hadn't stopped her. The cup of blood she still wanted to finish.

"Oh."

 

Chapter Five

"'Oh.'? Is that all you have to say after you drank almost a full cup of blood without even noticing?" Spike pointed at her. "I see how you're eyeing it. You still want some."

She raised her chin defiantly. "No, I don't." She met his eyes and felt a
tremble start to course through her. She drank blood. BLOOD. And what
was more, she barely even noticed and she LIKED it. She remembered a
long time ago, when they'd first started hanging out outside of patrol, she'd
been to his place and accidentally took a sip of his blood and she'd sputtered
and gagged. It had turned her stomach so greatly, she'd taken to bringing
her own drink when visiting Spike's despite his protests he could buy her a
liter of Coke to keep in the fridge.

So, needless to say it was disconcerting to know she'd drink the cup and
was fine with it. She placed her hand over her belly. "The baby," she said,
realization settling in. "It has to be the baby."

Spike's shoulders sagged. "She's going to be vampire?" he sounded so
despondent. Interesting, Buffy thought.

"I don't know, but it's not so far fetched to think she maybe half vampire
at least." She poked him in the arm. "And we don't know the sex yet."

"Minor technicality at a time like this. I want to know what our baby is
going to be – a vampire or a human. We need to find out Buffy."

"Oh really? Do you think so?" she asked rhetorically in mock innocence,
the sarcasm nearly dripping.

Spike gave her a glare. "What's gotten into you? Why are you acting like
this?"

Good question. "Because I'm stressed out! Hi, I just drank blood! And . . .
other stuff. . . " she trailed off.

He narrowed his eyes. "Other stuff? Giles other stuff or something else
other stuff?"

She averted her gaze from his, making faces as she tried to come up with
the best way to tell him. For crying out loud, she felt like one of those
annoying, scheming heroines on a soap opera who kept the most inane
secrets from their lovers and then months later it ended up blowing up in
their faces and they ended up losing their lover. She wouldn't lose Spike
though . . . would she? Get a grip Buffy. You're mated, that's forever. Didn't
mean he couldn't hate her though. The fear in that idea gripped her. Being
mated didn't mean he had to love her still.

"Buffy, I'm waiting," he was losing the patience battle, she could tell.

"All right. Yes, there is something else. I've been having dreams."

"Dreams?"

"Yeah. . . "

"Did you want to elaborate or am I supposed to guess."

She gave him a look. "Smart ass."

"Stop stalling and just tell me."

"I've been dreaming that I've become immortal," she blurted out. There,
it was out there. Now Giles and her conscience could kindly get off her back.
However, from the look on Spike's face – jaw clenching, not a good sign – it
looked as if he was about to get on her back.

"You've been dreaming WHAT?" "That I've become immortal. I don't
know if it's true, if it's just a dream or if it's something that's happening—"

"How long have you been having this dream Buffy?"

She started to fidget under his heated gaze. "Not long," she said on a quiet
whimper.

"How long, Buffy."

"A month."

He threw his hands up in the air. "And you're just telling me now?" he
exploded in exasperation.

"I didn't want to worry you! I wanted to figure out what it meant first
before I cried wolf!"

"What happened to not keeping secrets? Remember what happened last
time you kept a whopper from me?"

"What are you gonna do? Bite me again? It's consensual now remember?"

His expression darkened even more. Good move, Buffy. Piss him off while
you're trying to tell him what you've been keeping from him. "Spike, look,
I'm sorry okay? I know how you worry, especially now, and I just wanted
to see what I came up with before I started blabbing—"

"Giles knows though, right?"

"Well . . . yeah."

"Of course. Why wouldn't he know? He gets to know everything before me. And what am I? Just your mate and your husband, right?"

"Don't even start that crap with me! I only told Giles first so he could help
me figure it out." She pointed at him accusingly. "You didn't tell me about
your job!"

"Can't even bloody compare the two Buffy and you damn well know it.
We're talking about your LIFE here Buffy!"

"Or lack thereof," she said matter of factly.

"I don't even bloody know what to say to you right now!"

"That's a first."

"You're pushing your luck little girl," he growled at her.

Instantly her eyes welled up in tears. Not now, she thought, please not
now.

"Did you find anything out?" he asked, calmly now.

"No. Giles gave me an exercise to do before bed tonight and I was
planning on trying it out."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Tonight."

"Do you mean that or are you just trying to cover your ass?"

"I meant it," she told him through clenched teeth.

He walked away from her and went to the fridge, taking out a beer. He
sighed heavily and slammed it on the counter. Buffy jumped a mile and
watched him just stand there, his back to her. The silence was deafening.

"I'm sorry, Spike," she whispered. "Please talk to me."

"It's not me you have to worry about apparently. You're the one who
keeps things from me. STILL."

Creeping up to him, she rested her head on his back. "Tell me what I can
do to make it better."

When he turned, he took her in his arms desperately and buried his face in
her neck. She held onto him and was surprised to feel her shoulder
becoming wet from tears. She stroked his back gently, unsure of what to do
or what to say. He took her uncertainty out of her hands in the next
instant. Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist
instinctively, wondering what he was doing. He began placing hot open
mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone. Sittingher down on the
table, she started to pull back, but he grabbed her closer to him, letting out
a small growl. She looked up at him and saw the desire flooding his eyes.

"Spike—" she started but he stopped her with a hungry kiss. She held onto
his shoulders as his hand found its way between them and inched inside her
pants. She hissed as his cool fingers found her core and flicked her clit. She
let out a small scream of pleasure and buried her face in his neck.

In the next instant her pants were gone. When she heard the rip of her
panties she jumped and looked up at him.

"No one is taking you from me," he told her, his voice rumbling with
possession and desire.

Before she could respond, he kissed her and thrust into her depths. She
wrapped her arms around him, startled by the sudden entrance of him
inside her.

"Am I hurting you? Did I hurt you?" he asked his voice awash with
concern.

She shook her head, unable to think beyond how ridiculous it was to ask
her that now.

He cradled her close against him as he thrust, as if afraid of letting an inch

of their skin lose contact, as if that meant she'd disappear.

The pressure was building inside her, the heat of impending orgasm
unfurling itself in her belly and stretching.

"Come with me," he rasped as he moved harder and faster. "Come with me
Buffy!"

He bit down on his mark on her neck and she came in an instant, her eyes
rolling in the back of her head as his seed flooded inside her. "You're mine.
Mine and no is ever going to take you from me!" He held himself still,
holding her close to him as she slowly came back down to Earth.

"Are you all right?" he asked her softly, his words muffled by her skin as
he buried his face back into her neck.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm sorry."

She blinked. "For?"

"I acted like an animal. I took you like one . . . I'm sorry."

She stroked his back gently, "I'm okay Spike. In case you missed it, I
enjoyed it."

"You were surprised."

"Yes," she admitted. "But I love you and I love making love with you."

He finally showed her his face, tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I
just get so scared at the idea of anything happening to you Buffy and when
you tell me that you have these dreams of being immortal . . . what does
that mean? Do you have to die first for that to happen? When? How long?
Just the idea of it . . . and the baby. What will happen to our baby?

"Spike I don't have the answers. That's why I wanted to find out
something before I told you. Because, look, you're so upset and I hate to see
you like this."

"You can't keep anything from me, baby. That hurts more, don't you see
that?"

"I'm sorry, I am. Please forgive me."

Leaning in he kissed her slowly, languidly. "I forgive you anything; you
should know that by now."

Pulling him closer she kissed him. Still joined, he started to move inside
her, slowly this time. She met his thrusts and enjoyed the feel of him
moving within her. When they came this time, it was a slow buildup that
had them holding on tight, murmuring loving words to each other and
caressing each other gently.

"Don't ever leave me," Spike whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

"Never," she promised on a whisper.




 

Chapter Six

Spike watched her sleep, wondering what sorts of dreams she was having, if she'd be able to tell him anything when she awoke.

Before they had gone to bed, she had spoke aloud and told herself that she would remember her dream and learn more. Exhausted from their coupling, she had no problem falling asleep. Spike on the other hand. . . he was wide awake with worry.

Buffy had treated the whole drinking blood phenomenon with non-chalance. Placing a gentle hand on her stomach, Spike silently asked what was going on in there. What did his baby need? What did Buffy need? What would the baby be like? A vampire like him or a human like its mother? Or, would the baby be half human and half vampire? Would it be a fighter like its parents?

Flopping on his back, Spike stared up at the ceiling and snaked his hand
out to Buffy's, grabbing it and holding on. And the whole immortal thing. . . what did it mean and for Christ's sake, why didn't she tell him? He glanced
over at his sleeping wife. Stubborn chit. He was sure if he wasn't already dead, she'd be the one to do him in. Despite all that however, he wouldn't want her any other way. She was everything he needed and wanted in a mate. He often wondered what sort of power was looking out for him when he was the one chosen to be with her. He wanted to thank them profusely.

Her heartbeat. It was racing. He rolled to his side and watched her. Her eyelids were fluttering and her hand tightened around his as if she knew he was holding it, as if she needed him. Should he wake her? Her name was on the tip of his tongue when her eyes snapped open.

"Buffy?" he whispered.

She turned her head and blinked at him, as if trying to gain her bearings and focus.

He waited, sure that if his own heart could beat it would be racing with anticipation. He gripped her hand tightly.

"I need to sit up," she said, her voice hoarse from sleep. Helping her sit up,
he sat up next to her.

"Did you find anything out?"

She looked dazed as she stared at the comforter on the bed. "I'm not sure.
I think so."

"Buffy, you're killing me here. Tell me what you saw—tell me something!"

"I'm sorry, I – I feel like I'm still there."

"There? Where?"

"Wherever I was in my dream. It was bright there. I kept seeing these
flashes of white and it wasn't bright in an annoying, hurt my eyes kind of way, it was bright in a peaceful soothing way. And there were voices,
whispering to me. Encouraging voices. I heard that I had a very serious job
to do and that they were proud of me and that I wouldn't be alone."

"A job to do? What kind of job?"

"I don't know. That's all I kept hearing. I don't know what it has to do
with." She placed her hand on her stomach and looked at him imploringly.
"Do you think it has to do with the baby? Like, he or she has a higher
purpose? I mean it's not exactly inconceivable, it's most conceivable
considering the parents. And maybe the universe was planning for this
moment and that's why they matched us up, and that's why I was born
with all these powers – oh my god, we're fulfilling a prophecy!"

She crawled out of bed hurriedly. Spike made a grab for her, but she moved
out of his grasp and started pacing.

"Buffy-"

"But why us? You'd think something like that would happen to a Slayer, not
to me. Who am I? I'm nobody. Oh yeah. Except I have superpowers. How
many of me are out there? Scary thought. In more ways than one. I, for
one, have never met another me. I wonder if there could be others like me.
Groups of us. I wonder if they've aligned with vampires with souls and
mated." Now she looked forlorn. "I don't want us to be together just
because some higher power made it that way. I want us to be together
because we wanted to be. I don't want some prophecy telling me I have to
love you. I want to love you because . . . because I do. Because you're my
Spike. And I do love you because you're my Spike."

"Buffy—" he started again.

She sat down. "The thing is . . . I felt a part of whatever was talking to me
and I knew they were unlike anything here on Earth. They were so good
and pure. So helpful and caring. And I felt part of them as if I WERE them.
They weren't of this plane. They weren't mortal, that I could feel. They
were greater than that." She stopped and her eyes widened. "Oh God."

"What?"

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "Spike if I felt part of them, as if I were one
of them, then maybe I already am immortal?"

"Do you think that has to do with the blood drinking earlier?"

"No, I don't think so. I really don't. I think that has to do with you being a
vampire."

"But you can't be sure of that Buffy—"

"Bouncing beams of light don't drink blood Spike."

He got out of bed. "How do you know?" he snapped.

"Spike, there's nothing wrong with our baby being a hybrid."

"Don't say that! Our baby is NOT a ‘hybrid', it's a BABY."

"It just means the baby is half you and half me." She rubbed her forehead.
"Whatever the hell I am or becoming." She looked up at him as he stood in
front of her. "I refuse to think that anything we created is bad. It's not. I'm
its mother and it's growing inside of me. I'd know. Our baby is going to be
beautiful and it's going to be special. I can FEEL it. I KNOW it. And
whatever is happening, IF anything is even happening. . . " she took his
hand. "I'm not alone."

Spike sunk to his knees in front of her and placed his head in her lap as he
wrapped his arms around her as well as he could. "Definitely not alone,
pet," he told her hoarsely.

She fingered his curls and stroked his head soothingly. "I really can't wait
for us to find out what the sex is. I hate referring to our baby as ‘it'."

Spike chuckled.

"And I wanted to tell you earlier that in case you had any doubt, you're
going to be a great dad."

He looked up at her, smiling brightly, "Oh?"

She nodded. "Our kid is never going to be able to lie. You're really good at
getting stuff out of people."

Spike broke up laughing and it helped ease the tension in him a bit. "Let's
get to sleep kitten. You need your rest."

Promptly, she let out a yawn. "Good idea." Crawling into bed, she rolled to
her side and Spike wrapped himself around her. "Night, Spike. Love you."

"I love you too Buffy. With everything I am."

"Forever?"

Odd that was the second time she needed reassurance of that. Pulling her
even closer he whispered in her ear, "until the end of the world."

Seeming satisfied, Buffy fell asleep.



 

Chapter Seven

"So it would be totally wrong for me to follow you huh?" Buffy asked as she watched Spike gather papers into the briefcase she bought him for work. She gazed admiringly at him, thinking how yummy he looked in pressed khaki's and a crisp blue button down. She'd taken him nearly kicking and screaming shopping for new clothes. Now she was rethinking the idea seeing how scrumptious he looked. Images of her being the naughty student and him the heavy handed professor started dancing through her mind. She shook her head. Now was not the time for horny Buffy to make an appearance.

He looked over his shoulder, "well, not wrong but—"

"It'd be too mother sitting in on class on the first day of school."

"Future reference? Images of you as my mother doesn't get me hot."

She giggled, "Duly noted."

"All right. I'm all set. Kiss for good luck?"

"Like you have to ask," she stood from her place on the couch and made
her way over to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him
sweetly. Then she started straightening his collar. "You look so handsome."

"Thanks pet," he said huskily, watching her.

"I'm very proud of you. You're going to do great. I remember when I was
in college and taking British lit. I got 4.0's under your tutelage."

He smiled. "Should I imagine a class full of you?"

Her smile faded and she poked him in the chest. "Definitely not, mister."

He chuckled, "love it when you get territorial."

She rolled her eyes and pulled out of his arms. "So, you'll be home after
class then?"

"After I do a quick sweep."

She bit her tongue. She should accept it was a losing battle. She'd be lying if
she said she didn't miss it. She wanted to be out there again, but she
couldn't.

"What's with the frown lines?" he asked, caressing her brow.

Turning away from him, she grabbed his briefcase. "You have to go."

He knit his eyebrows together for a minute and took the proffered
briefcase. "What will you do while I'm gone?"

Bake cookies? Put on a dress and heels and vacuum? "Probably visit my
mom."

"Would you like me to go to your moms after?"

She cocked her head to the side, "is that so you can escort me home."

He had the decency to look sheepish.

"That's fine," she sighed, "I'm sure my mom would want to see you
anyway."

Spike pecked her nose, "keep your cell phone on you kitten, just in case."

"Yes dad."

He stopped and turned to her. "Future reference? Images of me as your
‘daddy' might get me hot."

She burst out laughing and shooed him toward the door. "Go to work ya
big perv."

Laughing, Spike walked out of the apartment. Buffy ran to the window and
opened it. "I love you! Good luck!" she shouted down to him.

He looked up at her and beamed. "Love you too!" he called.

Buffy watched him go, feeling unsettled about this for some reason. Was it
jealousy? The fact was she'd been trying to beat that feeling down and
squash it like a bug. Spike deserved this. It made him feel good about
himself; like he was doing something to support her and the baby. Which,
he was. But. . . she wanted to do something too. Was it selfish of her to feel
that perhaps her entire life was on hold now that she was pregnant? She
couldn't slay now and she had no clue what she wanted to do with herself.

"I need my mommy," she murmured. It was funny that no matter how old
she was, or the fact that she was going to be a mom herself, she still needed her mom.



There really was nothing like coming home. She loved her home with Spike and the life they had together, but there was something about visiting her mom that made her feel like a kid all over again.

"Mom?" she called out as she entered the apartment.

"Buffy?"

"Yep, it's me. Where are you?"

"In the study, just doing some bills. Hold on, I'll be right out."

"Okay!" Immediately, Buffy sent to the task of getting cookies and milk.
Settling down, she tucked into the chocolate chip cookies, dunking them in
her milk before letting the cookie crumble effortlessly in her mouth.

"Still my little girl," Joyce said affectionately as she came into the kitchen.
"How do you feel?"

"Good. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you," Joyce looked at her daughter critically. "Buffy, that
shirts looking a little snug."

"I don't have any maternity clothes yet," Buffy explained, mouthful of
cookie. She swallowed. "I took Spike shopping a few days ago and that was
a trip and a half. I figured I'd be pushing my luck if I asked him to help me
find maternity clothes."

Joyce smiled brightly and stood. "Let's go then."

"Huh?"

"Let's go shopping. Let me buy you some things."

"Really?"

"Yup. Come on honey, finish that cookie and let's go."

Buffy smiled sappily, "Okay mommy."



"Buffy, there has to be something you're interested in doing," Joyce said as
she watched Buffy devour her ice cream.

"I don't know and it's not like I can go out there and just find something.
No place is going to want to take a pregnant woman."

"You could lie . . ."

"Mom! I'm stunned," Buffy grinned. "Not like I can like waltzing around in
maternity clothes. I think they'd know." She sighed heavily and put her
spoon down. "Spike must think I'm a loser."

"Now I'm stunned! Buffy, where would you EVER get that idea? The man
thinks you hung the moon." She leaned forward. "Did he say something to
you?"

"No, of course not. I just. . . The whole reason Spike ever came into my life
in the first place was because I needed someone to ‘protect' me and teach
me how to slay and basically be my guide. Now I'm pregnant and . . .
useless. I can't slay, I can't do anything. I tried being Suzy Homemaker and
it's just not me. Once upon a time I thought that the only reason Spike
loved me was because I had super powers. I still have them, but now I can't
use them. What if he gets bored with me? What if I can't slay again? Then
what?"

Joyce reached across the table and took Buffy's hands in her own. "Buffy,
you are a bright girl and Spike is NOT with you because of your powers.
Yes, you are his match in that way, but that is not what makes a
relationship work. Especially not when two people such as yourself and
Spike get together. I have watched you two over the years, seen firsthand what you didn't see for so long. From day one it was as if you had your own language with each other. You both know what the other is thinking before one of you can even voice it. Both of you are so in sync with each other and I've seen the looks you two exchange when you think no one is looking. Buffy, Spike is your best friend. He always has been. He was always the one you wanted to run to when something went wrong and I know that Spike wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He still wouldn't.
Remember when you went away for that year?"

"Do I ever. How could I forget? He pitched a nutty when I came back."

"Buffy, just as he's your best friend, you're his. He was miserable when you left. He used to visit me five out of the seven days of the week. And when we would talk, most of the time he talked about you. If I left the room, I'd come back to find him gazing at a picture of you." Joyce sat back, pursing your lips together. "I don't know if I should tell you this . . . "

"Well, when you start like that, now you have to," Buffy told her.

"I tried setting him up."

"Mom!"

"I guess I had to see . . . That is, he had never said the words, so I knew but I'm like you . . . I need proof of something and often need to be hit over the head with a sledgehammer. So, I introduced him to a friend one night. Someone I knew in passing really, but someone that would make no bones about showing an interest in Spike."

"What happened?" Buffy asked, her jealousy flaring.

"He ran. I'd never seen him make such a hasty exit. When I asked him, in all seriousness later on what the problem was, he said ‘Joyce, don't you know? I love your daughter. I'll wait for her. Forever if I have to.'" Joyce took a deep breath. "We never spoke of it after that. Then you came home shortly after."

"Things like that change though, don't they? It's why there's such a thing as divorce," Buffy replied, sitting back.

"Honey, I've been there and I've seen it happen to other couples and no one has ever had the spark that you and Spike have. The least of your worries should be thinking Spike will ever get tired of you. It simply won't happen. And I'm sure if you tell him what you're feeling, he'll put your mind at ease."

"No. I know it deep down, I just, I feel insecure with myself. I shouldn't have to run for reassurance every time I'm feeling a quart low on my self esteem."

"Husbands and wives lean on each other when they need it most.
Remember: For Better or Worse, In Sickness and In Health," Joyce pointed
out firmly.

"Yeah, and my current status is hormonal. I need to be better at
deciphering a legitimate worry from a hormonal worry." And with
everything going on lately, Buffy thought to herself, the last thing I should
worry about is Spike ever leaving me. He wouldn't.



"Buffy."

"Mmm.."

"Buffy, wake up luv. Time to go home."

Buffy's eyes shot open and her gaze fell on Spike, sitting next to her as she
lay on the couch. He was stroking her hair and gazing at her tenderly.
Immediately, she reached up her arms and drew him down to her. "How'd
it go?" she asked sleepily.

"Excellent. Sorry I took so long."

"Lots of baddies?"

"A few, yeah."

"Tell me about your class."

"How about we go home and you get some rest? I'll tell you all about it
tomorrow."

"No…" she moaned, her eyelids feeling so heavy. "Now."

"Ssshhh…" he swooped her up in his arms and she wrapped her tired limbs around his neck.

She looked up at him. "Spike."

"Yeah, luv?"

"I'm sorry for when I left you that time."

"Kitten, that was a long time ago and it's all over now."

"Still. I was lucky."

"For?"

"For some other girl not coming along and taking you away from me."


 

Chapter Eight

Spike shuffled the papers in front of him, wondering what the hell Buffy was doing in the next room. She'd shooed him out of their bedroom, telling him she needed to get ready.

"For what?" he'd asked.

She gave him an impish grin and simply said, "you'll see."

His mate had something up her sleeve and he was sure it was something just a bit naughty. He could smell her arousal wafting to him. It was driving him nuts. He was ready to tear the door down if she didn't come out soon so he could—

"Oh Professor," she called out to him.

He grinned. Kitten wanted to play. Bolting from his seat he stalked to the
door, keeping his control in check.

He rapped on the door lightly. "Can I come in pet?"

"Please do Professor."

Smirking he swung the door open and felt his knees slightly buckle. Buffy
stood across the room in thigh high white tights, a short blue and green
plaid pleated skirt that fell just below her goodies and wore a white,
transparent cardigan. Her hair was done up in pig tails and she held a ruler
in her hand while sucking on a lollipop.

"I've been a very naughty student, professor," she told him coyly.

Spike started to slowly stalk her, his jeans feeling unbearably tight.

"Have you now?"

She nodded, plastering an innocent expression on her beautiful face. "I
haven't done any of my homework and when I think of you . . . " she trailed
off, batting her eyelashes.

He stood in front of her and toyed with the edge of her skirt. "Please finish
that thought Miss Summers."

"All I can think of is you taking me on a desk," she purred.

Spike closed his eyes. He was going to have a hard time reigning himself in
to play this little game of hers at this rate. "Naughty little girl," he
whispered.

"Don't you just wanna spank me?"

His control snapped. Hauling her up against him, he grabbed the ruler from
her and lifted the back of her skirt, rapping on her bottom with the ruler.
Lightly enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to feel the slight sting of it.
Buffy responded by letting out a little yelp and then grinding herself against
his erection.

Lifting her, he carried her to the bed and made sure to set her down
gently. The animal part of him wanted to toss her on the bed and pound
into her. He knew he couldn't do that though. He watched as she flipped
onto her stomach and started to crawl to the headboard. He grabbed her
hips and knelt on the bed, stilling her movements. Running his hand up her
bare legs and over her bottom that was now pink, he pulled her closer
against him so she could feel his erection nestling against her ass. Pulling
her up so she was flush against his chest he ran his hand down her front
while turning her head to kiss him.

He bit her lips lightly and gloried in her moan. He dipped his hand under
her skirt and found her already wet and dripping pussy, and teased her,
sliding his finger along her slit. She bucked her hips against him, seeking
contact.

"Want more?" he asked huskily.

"Mmmm…"

"Beg."

"Please Professor, more. Make me cum."

Finding where the skirt was Velcroed on the side, he ripped it away from
her and she gasped. Running his hands up her cardigan, he cupped her
breasts and teased the nipples with the pads of his fingers until they were
hard. Undoing the cardigan, he pushed it off her and sucked on her neck as
one hand toyed with her breasts and the other dived between her legs. This
time, he stroked her clit, just bringing her to the brink. He wanted her to
beg again.

"Spike…Professor….please," she panted.

Putting his fingers in his mouth, he tasted her essence and moaned. God,
she tasted so good. She surprised him by spinning around and undoing his
jeans. Taking his cock out she stroked it and his head fell back. When he felt
her mouth take him in, he snapped to attention and watched as her lips,
tainted red from the lolly, moved up and down his shaft. His control had
been on the brink and now he was near combustion. He lightly tugged on
her pig tails and brought her mouth up to his, devouring her. He wanted to
cum while deep inside her. Spinning her back around, she went down on all
fours and looked over her shoulder.

"Do it Professor. Take me," she commanded.

He didn't need to be told twice and thrust into her wetness. She fit him like
a glove.

"Uh, yeah…" he breathed and started to thrust. "Made for me you were,"
he murmured.

She pushed back at him and he grabbed her hips, setting the pace.

Bending over, he left kisses on her back, tasting her skin, running his
tongue around it.

"Oh god…" she moaned and he could tell she was close.

"Buffy. . . love you…love you so much…feel so good. So hot…tight…wet…"

"Mmm…all for you . . . "

"Mine…" he grunted and pulled her up against him as he started to move
faster.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Say it."

"Bite…me….and I will."

In a flash his fangs sank into her, tugging on her blood. Feeling her essence
pour in his mouth. He tasted her love, he purity of heart, her everything.
"Mine!" He growled and felt her walls tighten around him. "Say it!"

"Yours!" she screamed and came all around him. Her orgasm triggered his
and he came hard, nearly blacking out with the pleasure of it. Laving her
marks with his tongue lightly, he started to come down and turned her
head to kiss him, stroking her skin gently to bring her back down to Earth.

"Bloody amazing Buffy," he told her.

"Next time, I really want your desk."

He chuckled deeply, "I can make it happen baby. I WILL make it happen."



Spike was still thinking of his wild claiming of Buffy as his students finished
up the impromptu quiz he'd prepared for them. It'd been a full week so far
and he loved it. He loved that he was doing something that he loved and
that he was supporting his family. Unlife didn't get any better than having
Buffy, a child on the way and a career in which to support his family. He
frowned. It could get better however if her dreams could be explained.
Also, he'd felt a difference in her lately. Sometimes he'd catch her just
staring off into space pensively, and when he'd ask her what she was
thinking of, she'd shrug it off. Her mood swings had been frequently
changing and along with it he'd noticed an air of desperation about her. As if
she was afraid to let him out of her sight. It was so unlike Buffy that Spike
found himself more than just a little worried. He'd called Giles that day
while she'd taken her afternoon nap and told him he needed to find
something out about her dreams and quick. He was afraid Buffy knew more
than she was letting on—possibly more than she thought she knew. He
distinctly remembered a time when she'd had a bad feeling and Dru had
showed up to kill her. The idea sent dread rushing through him.

"Professor? Could I talk to you for a minute?"

He looked up to see his class had gone, leaving their papers on his desk as
he'd requested. All but one. Tara McClay. His best student. The girl was
quiet, shy and brilliant. She brought out a protectiveness in Spike rarely
felt for anyone beyond his family.

"Yes Tara? And please call me Spike."

She smiled shyly and blushed. Endearing, really. He smiled back at her and
stood, gathering the papers.

"There's something I've been wanting – and needing- to talk to you
about."

"Oh?" He stopped and waited.

She stood straight then, seeming to gather her courage. She looked him
straight in the eye. "You're a vampire aren't you?"

He couldn't move, couldn't think. He stared at her, trying to find someway
to deny it, trying to will his vocal cords to work.

"But you have a soul don't you?"

He continued to stare.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You're probably wondering how I know."
Now she looked sheepish again. "I know because. . . well, because. . . I'm the
Slayer."
 

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