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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.


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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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