Chapter 57: The Pratts
Buffy slowly opened one eye in the morning, and then the other followed shortly thereafter. She squinted a little and looked to her side to see Spike sprawled out next to her, head buried under the pillow, hand clasping hers. And there was the gold ring. She sighed heavily and smiled to herself. She was married. Really and truly married. She was a Pratt. Elizabeth Anne Pratt. Summers-Pratt? She arched her back and pulled herself into a sitting position. She then became fully aware of the urgent need to pee, so she hopped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
Spike woke at the sound and feel of the bed shifting beside him. He threw the pillow off of his head and sat up. When he saw that he was alone, he immediately became concerned, but then the feeling of something new on his hand brought him out of it. He looked down at the gold band. His wedding ring. Bloody hell! It wasn’t a dream!
He heard the toilet flush, the water in the sink running, and after about two more minutes, the bathroom door opened. Buffy shuffled back into their room and she ran her fingers through her hair, smiling.
“Good morning, husband.”
“Morning, wife,” he grinned.
“Be honest. My eyes just adjusted to the light. How bad is it?”
“What?”
“My hair?”
“Oh, you mean the wildebeest on top of your pretty head?” Buffy’s eyes widened. “Kidding, pet. You look gorgeous. Ravaged, but gorgeous, the way a blushing bride should.” She grinned, leaning down to kiss him. He tasted the minty flavor of her lips and smiled. Buffy giggled when she pulled back and ran her fingers through Spike’s messy hair. The curls were sticking up in every which direction, and for a moment, she could imagine him in the ‘80s looking a hell of a lot like David Bowie. “What?”
“Your hair. It’s…well, it probably looks better than mine.” She moved over to their mirror, eyes now adjusted and ready to examine the mess she was going to have to untangle. She smiled when she saw that it wasn’t too horrible, but she looked back at him, shaking her head and biting her lip. “You look so adorable in the morning.”
“Adorable?” he groaned. She nodded and hurried over to the dresser to grab the camera. She quickly flashed a picture of her new husband, thrilled with the revelation that they could have these memories together. Maybe he didn’t have a reflection, but he was still there. He existed. He was a body made up of particles. Very good looking particles. How had she not thought of this picture-taking thing before? “You’re gonna have fun with this, aren’t you, pet?”
“Oh yeah,” she teased, snapping a couple more pictures. “And just think…I can get a picture of you and our baby when she’s born. It’ll be so perfect.”
“Until she’s old enough to get freaked out when she looks in the mirror and sees herself floating where her daddy’s arms are supposed to be.” Buffy rolled her eyes and hopped into bed, showing Spike the pictures. For the first time in over a decade, William the Bloody saw what he looked like first thing in the morning.
“Oh, bloody Hell. How did I ever get you into bed?” Buffy giggled and leaned in to kiss him.
“Because you’re sexy. Because you’re the most perfect man for me. I was just too stubborn to see it.”
“Least you admit it,” he shrugged, taking the camera and snapping a picture of her with her own morning hair.
“Hey! No fair,” she squeaked, grabbing for the camera and placing it on the bedside table closest to her.
“Oh, we are definitely going to have some fun with that later,” he joked. “’Course those’ll be for our private collection.” Buffy blushed a little but grinned at the fact that they could have a private collection. In all of her years having intimate knowledge of vampires, how had it never crossed her mind that while she wasn’t going to have a normal family with Spike, she could have a family album with him in it. Oh, this was just too perfect, and it made her heart swell with happiness.
Buffy’s tummy growled, and they both looked down at it. Buffy laughed, and Spike grinned, kissing her forehead.
“Hungry, pet?”
“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna get out of bed this morning.”
“We gotta make an appearance. Make sure Dawn gets off to school alright. Make sure they know we didn’t exhaust each other last night.”
“Well, I think we might have.”
“But they don’t have to know that.”
“I think the entire neighborhood heard. I’m not sure I can show my face this morning,” Buffy laughed.
“They’ll understand. Besides, we’re newlyweds. We have an excuse.”
“C’mon, pet,” he urged, ushering her out of bed. He pulled on a pair of black pajama pants and a white wife beater that clung to his nicely-chiseled chest. Buffy bit her lip and eyed him up and down from his messy blonde hair to his bare feet. She couldn’t resist, and she closed the space between them, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him softly. He smiled against her lips, pulled her as close as he could with her belly between them, and then he let her go so she could slip into a pair of baby blue sleep shorts and a matching spaghetti-strapped shirt.
The two walked hand-in-hand into the kitchen, where Tara was scraping a large pancake off onto Dawn’s plate.
“Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Pratt,” Dawn grinned, turning to her sister.
“Morning,” Buffy smiled.
“Hungry?” Tara wondered.
“You’re asking the pregnant woman?” Willow laughed.
“Hey!” Buffy glared at her friend but her faux angry-face turned into a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I could go for a pancake or twelve.”
***
Faith’s eyes fluttered open, and the pain in her head broke through the haze of semi-consciousness. She was somewhere dark, and she was sitting on a cold floor. She didn’t feel chains around her ankles or her wrists, but she knew that wherever she wasn’t going to make for an easy escape.
“Faith? You’re awake?” Faith heard the sound of the soft voice, but she couldn’t recall who it belonged to. Her memories were a little hazy. How had she gotten here? Why did it feel like she’d had her skull cracked open? Then it came flooding back to her. The frantic knock at her door. The harsh blow to the back of her head. This is my redemption. The words echoed through her head.
Great. Just fucking great. What the hell was I thinking? She’d always lived for herself and nobody else, so why had she all of a sudden started looking out for someone other than herself? Look at what it had done to her.
“Dana?”
“Faith.” The younger woman crouched in front of her, and Faith’s jumbled thoughts began to spin inside of her dizzy head. Travers wanted Dana to kill her. What the hell kind of good would that do? It would just bring another Slayer forth, one he’d have to hunt and manipulate. It was all some kind of sick game.
“What’d you do to me? You…” Dana flinched and backed away a little. “Dana, you’ve been drugged.”
“No,” Dana said with a semi-lucid smile. “I’ve been saved from my past. It feels amazing, Faith. To not think about the things I did wrong in my past. I can’t remember them. It took me a while to remember you. I remember we were going to run away.”
“What day is it?”
“You’ve been unconscious for over twenty-four hours.” Faith groaned in pain. “Shh, hold still. What do you remember?”
“What do I remember? I remember everything. I remember that son of a bitch drugging you. He killed Dr. Owens and…” Dana flinched and fell back again.
“It’s wearing off.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The drug.” She scrambled for a little bag, pulling out a syringe. “I gave it to you. Just like he asked.” She shook her head, and Faith squinted.
“You put that shit inside of me?” Faith struggled to stand, but she was so dizzy that her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor.
“I must not have given you enough.”
“No. He gave you too fucking much. That’s what happened!” Dana shook her head.
“Faith, it’s better this way.” She reached for a vile and began to pull the clear liquid up into the syringe. “It’s better not to remember. I don’t know what I did, but…”
“I’ll tell you what you did. Somebody drugged you, played with your head. Just like Travers!” Faith groaned, pulling herself up, holding onto a light fixture on the wall. “You killed them. And you killed security guards.” Dana shook her head.
“You’re lying to me.”
“I’m the only person around here telling you the god damned truth, Dana!” Faith pleaded, as the other Slayer came at her with the needle.
“No. He said you’d lie. He said…”
“Put it down, Dana. Please. You don’t want to hurt me.”
“No, I don’t. And I won’t. But it’s better this way. Not to remember…”
“Not to remember the reason you are who you are? I don’t fucking think so. No, Dana. Don’t even try it.” Dana wasn’t stopping. Faith took several deep gulps of air. “You remember why we were leaving? We knew they were trying to screw with us.”
“We were wrong, Faith. Mr. Travers just wants to help us.”
“Like hell he does. He wants good little Slayers that’ll mind him. He wants to be in control. Don’t you get that?”
“Mr. Travers is a smart man, Faith. He’s not evil.”
“He’s insane,” Faith seethed, feeling her strength slowly returning. “He’s playing God, and he doesn’t know what the Hell he’s doing!” Dana grabbed her arm, but she pulled away, slinking back against the wall. “Dana, you were so scared.” Dana shook her head in confusion, trying to maintain her resolve.
“No. Stop trying to mess with my head.”
“And what the hell are you trying to do to me now, huh? Back off, Dana. I don’t wanna hurt you. This isn’t your fault.”
“The pain makes us weak, Faith. It makes us vulnerable.”
“No,” Faith groaned, grabbing her head as the pain pounded there. She felt Dana grab at her again, and she pushed, this time sending Dana stumbling back. “I’m sorry he did this to you, but I’m not letting him get me too.”
“I thought we were friends.” Faith shook her head.
“Guess I’m not supposed to have friends after all,” she muttered. Taking a deep breath, she pushed past Dana, running blindly for the exit. Dana’s screams echoed through her head, but she kept running, arms out in front of her, feeling her way out until the hazy light of the dusking sun captured her. “Where the Hell am I?”
She didn’t stop to look around. She kept running, hearing Dana’s pleas for her to come back fade into the distance as she pulled herself out into a bustling crowd, never to look back.
***
“Oh my God!” Buffy squealed, as Spike chased her down the hallway and into their room. The moment the last person had left this morning, he’d come at her like a starving man in search of his next meal.
She had no place left to run. He stopped in the doorway, eyes wild with desire, fingers gripping the doorframe to restrain himself. Buffy looked around, trying to find an escape. But her knees buckled as soon as her legs hit the bed, and she fell backward into the middle of the mattress. Before she could even attempt to stand up, he was crawling over her, pinning her arms above her head.
“Spike,” she whispered, nibbling on her bottom lip. He grinned as his mouth sought her neck, and she moaned softly, bringing one leg around his hip, rubbing the back of his leg with her heel. He groaned, as this action pulled him tight against her, and he began to grind into her heat. She arched her back, rubbing herself against him, feeling the bulge in his pants growing with each little maneuver she made.
“Christ,” he hissed into her ear, moving his kisses to her mouth, dipping his tongue between her soft, pink lips to taste her.
She giggled as he began to kiss his way down her body, but the laughter gave way to sharp gasps as he sought her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, biting down just hard enough to get a reaction. She felt the dampness pooling between her legs, and she opened herself up to him. But he moved away from her before she got the chance to urge him on.
“Where ya going?” she wondered.
“Nowhere, luv,” he assured her, slipping out of his shirt and his pants so that he stood there, naked as the day he was born. She smiled, her gaze dragging from his oh-so-blue eyes to his engorged cock. Despite the fact that she’d seen it so many times before, she found herself blushing, thinking of all of the wonderful little talents he had when it came to that magnificent organ.
It was when she dragged her gaze back up to meet his that she caught the devilish gleam in his eyes. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the camera. Her eyes widened at the prospect, and she bit her lower lip.
“What are you doing?”
“Pose for me, luv.”
“Spike…”
“Nobody’ll see, luv. Promise. Our private collection, remember?” Biting her lip, she looked down at her pregnant belly and then back up at him. “Right then. Let’s ease into it, shall we?” Buffy cocked her head to the side, and he took her hand, pulling her off the bed.
“What…”
“C’mere. This’ll go in the baby book.” He turned her to the side next to the wall, and she smiled a little. She lifted up her shirt to expose her belly, and she placed her hands to her side. Spike took a couple of shots, and he lowered the camera, eyes sparkling with intensity once more. She turned toward him.
“What?”
“Lose the shirt.”
“Spike!”
“C’mon, no time to get bashful on me now, kitten.” As much as she was comfortable being naked in front of him, she wasn’t sure how she felt about seeing herself having sex with Spike. Sure, he was hot, and she knew she normally had a nice body, but at this point, no matter how often he assured her he wanted her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she really looked as fantastic as he said, what with her pregnant belly sticking out and everything. As if reading her mind, his lips curled up into a smile. “You’re breathtaking, pet. Now take off your clothes.”
“Oh, so now that we’re married the romance goes out the window?” she challenged, eyebrow cocked, hands on her hips. Spike smirked and put the camera down on the bed, stalking over to his wife in two strides. She smiled a little as he backed her against the wall, bringing one hand up to cup her face as the other rested on her hip. He tilted her head and leaned down to press his lips to hers. He only kissed her for a fraction of a moment before he pulled back, his ice blue eyes sparkling with a familiar need, drawing out the same needs in her. She pressed her thighs together tightly, but her scent filled his nostrils, and he flared them a bit.
“Come here, Slayer,” he growled, pulling his arms around her and kissing her breathlessly. She moaned when he pulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could grind into her through the material of her sleep shorts. He slipped a finger in through one of the leg holes, tentatively probing her slick entrance before plunging inside of her, making her cry out and clench against his finger.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, clenching her eyes shut as he slipped two more fingers inside. She braced herself against the wall with one arm, and with her free arm, she helped him free her of her shirt. The moment it was off, Spike’s mouth enclosed over one rosy, pink nipple, and Buffy gasped loudly, clenching her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
It was then that she felt a twinge in her back, and she groaned in discomfort. He pulled back for a moment, concerned, and she shook her head.
“Back hurts,” she panted. “Bed?” Spike hoisted her up, carrying her over to the bed and depositing her in the middle of it. He made haste pulling off her sleep shorts, and his mouth watered at the site of her before him. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs. Her scent invaded him, and he had to hold back the demon, a caged animal living inside of him.
She looked up at him, reaching for him, but he reached over and picked up the camera again.
“Spike…”
“Do you trust me?” he murmured. Chewing on her lower lip, she nodded. “You’re worried that you’re not attractive anymore. You think you’re not sexy.” She said nothing. Her blushing cheeks told the truth. “I’m gonna show you how beautiful you really are, pet.”
“Spike, please,” she murmured, her hands roaming down her breasts, over the swell of her belly and to her heated center. Spike stood back a little, snapping a photo of the moment.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, using one hand to take the photos while the other moved down to his throbbing cock, giving it a few firm strokes. Chuckling to himself, he put the camera on video mode, zoomed in, and strategically placed it on her bureau across from the bed.
He returned to her, crawling between her legs, letting her hips cradle his as he pushed inside of her, watching her eyelids flutter, her mouth open and close, gulping in waves of air to steady her racing heart.
“Spike,” she groaned, kissing his shoulder and then biting down as he completely filled her and waited for her to relax. She clenched around him tightly, and he thought he might come at that moment, but he steadied himself and began to pump in and out of her, taking long, slow strokes out and then plunging back in. A squeaky gasp escaped her lips, and he smiled, pressing his lips to her collarbone.
“Tell me you want me,” he breathed, hands on either side of her head, pushing down into the mattress.
“I want you, Spike,” she whimpered.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you. I love you. God, I love you.” She arched into him, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I love you. So fucking amazing, Buffy.” He groaned and nipped her shoulder with blunt teeth. She cried out, her body shaking under his, and he showed no signs of slowing down.
Much to the Slayer’s surprise, she felt Spike grab her hips and flip her over so she was riding him. He held onto her to keep her steady, and she looked down at him. One hand moved down her chest, his fingers caressing her nipples before moving further south to dance along the stretched skin of her belly. He then reached between them, where they were joined, and he brought his hand back so she could see his fingers glistening.
She looked down, only to see her belly in the way, and she closed her eyes.
“Hey, hey,” he urged, sliding his hands up and down her thighs. “Open your eyes. You’re beautiful, baby.” She smiled down at him, gaining a little more confidence. Sometimes she felt incredibly sexy being pregnant, but other times, she felt tired and ugly and fat. But all it took was a little encouragement from him to get her going all over again.
She dipped down to kiss him, all the while riding him like a prized stallion. He was groaning and writhing beneath her, and she felt her body reacting to that power. She bit her lip and looked skyward as his fingers dug into her thighs, and she cried out as he thrust upward into her, as she bucked against him. Her hand moved between her legs, and her fingers circled her clit, bringing her closer when she saw that oh-so-familiar pre-orgasm flush creeping up Spike’s neck. She saw him straining now, and his eyes rolled up. She clenched around him, rising and falling on his cock until she felt him tremble and begin to fill her.
He flipped her over onto her back again, thrusting deep inside of her as he finished. And when it was over, he buried his head against her shoulder and kissed the salty skin there. She smiled, both hands free to roam up his back and into his hair. She sighed happily, and he rolled off of her, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, as if he’d just touched a girl for the first time.
She giggled and curled up against him, pulling his arm around her like a cool blanket. Spike smoothed back her hair and placed kisses upon her forehead. She smiled at him, nuzzled her nose against his cheek.
They lived for these moments. These moments where everything in the world stopped, and they just existed together in their own little space, where they could do or say anything and the rest of the world would be oblivious. It was peaceful. Both of them knew that peace was a rare thing in the life of a Slayer, and it wasn’t going to last forever. But for now, they could count their blessings and be happy with what they had. Because thinking about the future and the question marks that dotted that path only led to seriousness and concern.
His hand moved to grace her belly, and she smiled against his lips. The only future worth thinking about was the one they knew was certain. They were going to be parents, and compared to that, everything else fell into a not-so-important category.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hi all! I decided to go ahead and post this chapter since I finished it last night. I might be going to the hospital today if this pain gets any worse, so I didn't want to leave you all without the post-wedding chapter. Anyhoo, here it is, and please leave me some feedback! I would appreciate it!
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Let me know what you thought of the chapter! Shall I go on? :) Review, please!