Chapter 26
By the time February rolled around, Spike and his band mates had already done a demo for Giles, but they’d heard nothing back yet. Also on the line was Spike’s future in college. Acceptance letters had come a week ago, and it turned out that the whole gang was going to UC Sunnydale. Well, everyone except Spike, if things continued on the path they were going.
He’d contacted his father when he’d gotten his acceptance letter, but his father had once again refused to help him, telling him that he had a child coming that he needed to focus on, and he needed to put everything into making money and focus on college later.
So by the time Valentine’s Day neared, Buffy was the one making all the plans. Not because Spike had forgotten, but because she had told him that she wanted to make the plans this year, since he was so busy doing gigs with the band.
Tomorrow was the day, and Buffy had everything set. She was going to have her father help her in the kitchen. Her mother had been an excellent cook, but her father wasn’t half bad, and between the two of them, they’d come up with some very tasty recipes. Not only was it going to make the date a success, but it was adding on to the father-daughter bonding times that came few and far between these days with Hank’s work.
However, today, Buffy and Spike were seated in the balcony of The Espresso Pump, a local coffee shop. Buffy was sipping on hot chocolate, and Spike was drinking his coffee black while he worked on the lyrics for a new song.
“Don’t worry,” Buffy murmured, rubbing his arm supportively, “something’ll come up.”
“The scholarships aren’t coming in, Buffy. Don’t have enough to pay for a sodding semester.” He shook his head.
“You’ll get student loans, and you can pay them back.”
“Buffy,” Spike breathed, “how am I going to get through college and make enough money to support you and the baby at the same time?”
“You’re not going to be supporting me,” Buffy warned. She gave him a little smile. “I was going to save this for tomorrow night, but I wanna tell you now.” She cleared her throat. “I got a job.”
“What?” He put his book aside.
“It’s just a part time thing. See, I talked to my dad, and I’m still on his insurance, since I’m going to school. We’re pretty sure that that’ll help with my hospital bills and everything, so with the money I save up with this job, the medical bills should be taken care of, and that’s one less thing to worry about. The rest of the money can go toward everything else.” She took his hand. “You’ve been working so hard with the band, and I know you’ve already saved up so much money. And with the money Dad gave us, and the college fund he put together for me…you don’t have to even think about supporting anybody but yourself.”
Spike tugged his hand away.
“You think I want to let you work and pay for everything while I…”
“Excuse me? Let me? What year are we living in?”
“Bugger. That’s not what I meant, Buffy.” He sighed heavily. “You’re pregnant. What’s the job?”
“Cashier at the grocery store,” she murmured.
“See,” Spike pointed out. “You’ll be on your feet all day.”
“The boss knows I’m pregnant, and he said that I can have a stool at my station in case I start to feel tired. Really, Spike, I can do this. I want to do this.” She swallowed hard. “Besides, it’s not like we should expect everything to fall into place. I mean, having a baby is a lot of work, and it’s stressful, especially when you’re our age. But we’ve got months until the baby comes, and…”
“What about your grades?”
“I’ve already been accepted to UC Sunnydale. My GPA is great, so I’m not worrying, Spike. We graduate in June, and that gives us a month before the baby comes. We can find an apartment and set up a room for the baby.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Everything’s going to work out. I remember you telling me that once.” She kissed his shoulder and looked up at him, resting her chin there. “And I bet you’ll hear from Giles soon.”
“You realize, if they want to work with me, I’m gonna be away a lot.” He shook his head. “I don’t wanna be away.”
“Spike, I know you love me. Whatever happens, I’m gonna be there by your side. If this thing with Mr. Giles goes somewhere? If he can help you make something out of this music thing, and if that’s what you want, I’ll be there supporting you.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll still be there cheering for you at The Bronze.” She shook her head. “I don’t care about how much money you make. I just care about being with you and raising my baby with you, because I want him to grow up knowing that his parents fought to give him everything he needed.” She took his hand and placed it over the swell of her belly.
She was obviously pregnant, and there was no denying it. She looked as if she’d swallowed a small watermelon, and there was something about her that Spike found absolutely enchanting.
“I’m sorry, luv,” he finally breathed. “You wanna get out of here? Go do something fun?”
“Fun? Like what?”
“Dunno, like go for a drive? Walk by the pond at the park? Go dance at The Bronze?”
“You must really wanna get out of this conversation if you’re willing to dance,” she grinned.
“Just wanna make you happy. Wanna see you smile.”
“Look at me.” She placed her hands on either side of his face and turned his head so he was looking at her. She smiled. “I am happy. Because of you.” She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I’d be. You’ve been here for me through everything. You’re still my best friend, Spike.”
Spike smiled a little and leaned in to kiss her.
“And you’re mine.”
***
Dawn was sitting in Spike’s living room watching TV, while Hank helped Buffy finish up in the kitchen. Dawn’s duty was to keep an eye on the time. Luckily, Spike had a digital clock on top of his TV, so Dawn could understand it.
Just as Buffy was taking the garlic bread out of the oven, Dawn came rushing in.
“It’s 8:02!” she exclaimed. Buffy rushed into the living room, and sure enough, it was 8:02.
“Dawn! You were supposed to tell me at 7:50,” Buffy pointed out. Dawn hung her head.
“I’m sorry, Buffy. I forget.” Sighing, Buffy patted her sister’s shoulder.
“It’s ok. But Spike’ll be here any minute, so you guys’ve gotta go.” She turned to her father. “Thanks for helping, Dad.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Remember, I’d prefer it if you came home tonight, but if you…fall asleep on Spike’s couch, well, I guess I can’t do much about that.” It was obvious that Hank was still struggling the fact that his daughter was having an adult relationship, but there really wasn’t much he could do about it. She was an adult, after all, and the man she was with was the father of her child.
“You two have fun watching movies,” Buffy offered.
“You have fun…eating dinner,” Hank said, making a face. Buffy rolled her eyes and gave her dad a quick hug.
“Ok. Get out.”
“Right. We’re gone. C’mon, kiddo.” Hank took Dawn’s hand and led her out of the apartment. Dawn gave her sister a wave and then hurried off ahead of her father. “Walk, Dawn! Don’t run!” Buffy laughed a little and shut the door. She looked at the clock. 8:05. Ok. Spike would be home in approximately ten minutes, depending on how fast it took the band to pack up.
So, she rushed around, set the table, lit the candles and turned off the lights. She quickly grabbed her overnight bag and headed into Spike’s bedroom. She stripped down to nothing and then pulled out her surprise for him. They’d already agreed on no presents for Valentine’s Day, but Buffy had splurged and gotten a little something to wear, but it was all for Spike.
Once it was on, she pulled on the red slip of a dress, amazed that she could completely hide what she had on underneath. And apparently, she’d gotten ready just in time, because she heard the front door unlock and open.
“Buffy?” Buffy felt her heart hammer in her chest, and she took a deep breath, quickly running her fingers through her long, blonde hair.
Spike’s eyes widened when she emerged from his room clad in a sexy, red dress that clung to her in just the right places. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked down at her stomach. She was getting bigger, heavier with their child, and with each day, she appeared to be more beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of seeing this miracle growing inside of her, though he knew she as developing bouts of self-consciousness.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she smiled, leaning against the door frame.
Spike shut the door and closed the distance between them in about two-point-five seconds, gathering her up against him and kissing her breathless.
“How was practice?” she asked, smiling innocently up at him when she broke the kiss.
“Practice?”
“The band?”
“What band?”
“Ooh, okay,” she grinned.
“Don’t wanna talk.”
“Hungry?”
“Starving,” he growled, attacking her lips with his own again. She giggled and gave into his kisses for a few seconds longer before she wriggled out of his grasp.
“C’mon, humor me. I cooked. Dad helped.” Spike raised an eyebrow, but she let her lead him to the table. Buffy hurried into the kitchen to get the serving dishes. Spike moved to stand and help her, but she pushed him back down in his seat. “Sit.” He obeyed. “Good boy.”
She’d prepared a nice pasta dinner. Not spaghetti, because that was one of the most unromantic meals ever. Not exactly a sexy food either. Instead, it was penne in marinara sauce.
When they were both settled down to eat, Buffy suddenly regretted the garlic bread. The way Spike was looking at her told her that she’d probably want to have fresh breath for all the kissing and everything. So, she didn’t partake in that aspect of dinner, or what was apparently two bites of pasta, a sip of wine for Spike and sparkling water for Buffy, and then a mad scramble for the bedroom.
Before Buffy knew it, Spike was pinning her against the wall, his hand moving up her silky smooth thigh, begging to trace a path up to the place that was already dripping wet and pounding with need for him. She was suddenly becoming lost in his kisses and losing track of her own plans for him. When she realized that she wanted to do something nice for him, she pushed him back and walked him to the bed. Her eyes were on his the entire time, and when his knees hit the back of the bed, he plopped down on the edge, and Buffy smiled, stepping back.
“Come here,” he growled. She shook her head and kicked off her shoes. The shadows from the candlelight danced on her skin as she slid the dress down her body, revealing her surprise to Spike. And when his jaw dropped and the bulge in his pants grew, she knew she’d done something very right.
“You like?”
“Hope that wasn’t too expensive, pet, because when I’m done with you, there won’t be much left of it.”
“When you’re done with me?” she chuckled. “Well, we’ll see how much strength you have in you when I get through with you.” She quirked her eyebrow suggestively, and Spike almost started panting right then and there.
He dragged his eyes up her gorgeous form. Her gorgeous legs led up to a pair of red, lace panties that left little to the imagination. He could already see that she was soaking wet, and he couldn’t wait to taste her.
She wore a matching bra, with which he could clearly see through. Her nipples were hardened, and thanks to the miracle of nature, a bit darker due to the pregnancy. His mouth watered, and he ached to suck one of those perfect buds into his mouth and hear her moan his name.
For a moment, Buffy faltered from her in-charge position as she looked down at the swell of her belly, placing a hand there. Spike reached out to her, taking her hand away.
“You’re amazing. Do you know that?” When she smiled, he knew his little sex kitten was back, and she stepped closer to him, straddling his lap. She didn’t sit down though. She stood there, her eyes boring down into his as her fingers messed with the buttons on his shirt.
“Scoot back,” she cooed softly, dipping down to press her lips to his. Spike obeyed, scooting back on the bed. She crawled over him, continuing to unbutton his shirt.
Once it was safely discarded away from any open flames, she undid the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. When she dragged his jeans down his hips, his cock sprang out, hard and already dripping with pre-cum. She smiled a little when Spike eyed her, and she placed her hand on his chest.
“Lay back.” Spike swallowed hard and nodded. Buffy stood for a brief moment, gazing down at the naked form of her best friend, her lover, the man she couldn’t stop thinking about every second of the day.
She moved back to the bed, crawling up to hover over him. She smiled, peering down into his beautiful, blue eyes. Her fingers traced his lips before she dipped down to kiss him again, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and nibbling softly on it until he moaned against her.
“I love you, you know that?” she asked, kissing his jaw and then his neck.
“God, yes,” he moaned.
“You mean everything to me,” she whispered, moving lower and biting gently on one of his nipples, drawing out a gasp from him. She smiled. “Don’t know why it took us so long. We didn’t know what we were missing out on.” She smiled a little and moved lower, kissing his stomach and nipping at his abs with her teeth.
“Fuck, Buffy…” God, this man was sex with an English accent. “So amazing…I…” And all words were lost when her hand curled around his cock, and all that escaped his lips were a series of strangled moans. She smiled a little, placing one hand on his chest, softly caressing down to his stomach and then back up again, as she slid her hand up and down, coating her hand with his pre-cum and continuing her maneuvers.
He struggled to find the strength to prop himself up on his elbows and lean forward to watch what she was doing to him. She smiled when their eyes met, and then she flicked her tongue against the darkened head.
Spike clenched his jaw and struggled not to come just from the way her eyes fixed on his and didn’t tear away.
When she popped his tip between her cherry-red lips, he fell back against the mattress, groaning as she tortured him with her tongue and lips and hand. Her other hand moved down to squeeze his balls just enough to make him squirm.
“Oh Christ,” he groaned, as the heat of her mouth sheathed him as she took him in as far as she could. “Buffybuffybuffy.” She moaned softly, and he could feel the vibrations in his cock. She knew very well what she was doing to him, and when she drew back and crawled back up to kiss his lips, all the while pumping him with her hand, he knew she was going to be the death of him.
“Tell me you love me,” she breathed, pressing her lips against his jaw.
“I love you,” he breathed. “Have forever…”
“Tell me you want me,” she broke in, running her tongue along his Adams apple. He swallowed hard, and she continued to trail down his body.
“I always want you. Please, Buffy…” She smiled and positioned herself again, running her tongue over the tiny slit on the head of his cock. He bucked his hips, and she placed a kiss there before running her tongue from the base of his cock to the head again and slipping him back inside.
Pumping him with her hand and rolling her tongue with each pull upward, it was only a matter of a few more moments before warm jets of his seed filled her mouth and were quickly swallowed.
Within moments, she was moving up the bed to lay on her side, propping herself up to look at him. He turned to her, eyes dazed and sleepy but still full of raw desire.
“On a scale of one to ten,” Buffy murmured, tracing his jaw line with her fingertips, “how would you rate this Valentine’s Day?”
“Best bloody Valentine’s Day of my life,” he admitted. “Ten. Definitely ten.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly, reveling in the scent of her, the taste of her, and something else, the taste of himself on her lips. It was wildly erotic.
“Tops last years?”
“Which part of last year’s? When you cut up pictures of Riley and burned them, or when I stole my dad’s beer and sobbed over Drusilla.”
“Mmm,” Buffy said with a little nod. “I see what you mean. I think Valentine’s as friends is nice, but this definitely has its…perks.” She had a hold on his cock again, stroking it until he began to harden against her palm.
“No going back now,” he chuckled, reaching between them and stroking her belly.
“Definitely not,” she agreed. Spike leaned in, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in for a tender kiss. And then before she knew it, he was rolling her onto her back and grinding against her hot core through her panties. “Oh God…” She arched her back a little as his hands moved up her sides before cupping a breast in each hand. He bit down on her nipple through her bra, and she made the sexiest little hissing noise he’d ever heard. His hand moved behind her to undo the clasp, and after a moment of struggle, her breasts popped free, and the bra was discarded, giving him full access.
She leaned back against the pillows as Spike rolled one nipple between his fingers while he sucked the other one into his mouth. And then he switched, and when the cool air in the room hit her wet nipple, she gasped.
And then he began to move. His kisses moved down her sternum, over her belly, along her hips, and finally, he kissed her, licking at the sopping fabric of her undergarments, tasting her fluids seeping through the flimsy lace.
“Taste like heaven,” he breathed before snagging the side of the garment with his finger and slipping it down her hips and off of her legs. Before Buffy could utter a word, his tongue delved inside of her, and she grabbed the sides of his head, holding him there as he began to fuck her with his tongue.
“Ohgodohgod,” he cried, arching her back and bucking against his mouth as his tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. He moaned softly as her juices flooded his mouth, and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, stroking her, finding that soft, spongy button that had her shaking beneath him until she finally cried out and let go.
She closed her eyes, but they flew open again when she felt his damp lips on hers, and she tasted herself. His tongue parted her lips and caressed hers, and she moaned, pulling at his shoulders to bring him closer and deepen the kiss.
“Now, Spike,” she groaned. “Please.” He wasn’t going to argue. The taste of her on his lips was enough to make him want to come again, but he held on. He lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders, and he wasted no time plunging into her and filling her completely. “Oh fuck! Unh….Spike!” With her ass lifted off the bed, she had trouble meeting his thrusts, but when his hands were on her hips, pulling her against him as he slammed into her, she took quite a liking to this position.
“So bloody tight,” he murmured. “Always so tight for me, luv. Amazing. Fuck, you’re so hot…”
“Yeah! Spike!” she cried out. “Faster. Oh God…please!” The sweat on her hips made his hands slip, and he let her fall back gently onto the bed. He took his cock in his hand and continued to stroke it.
“On your knees,” he grunted. Buffy did as she was told, getting up on all fours in the middle of the bed, wiggling her ass at him. He crawled over her, bracing himself against the bed as he ribbed the tip of his cock against her sopping slit. She reached underneath her and took hold of him, guiding him into her slick entrance, moaning at the new change in positions.
“Yeah…like that,” she groaned, as he began to move behind her, stroking her back as he plunged into her. “Fuck! Harder!” His jaw clenched, and he held onto the headboard as Buffy bucked against him. He continued to fill her and then draw almost completely out, only to shock her again with a full penetration. She was writhing beneath him now, and she began to move so her back was pressed against his chest. With one hand holding them steady against the bed, he grasped a breast with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and forefinger as she began to spasm around his cock.
“Christ, pet. I’m gonna…”
“It’s ok. Me too. Oh GOD!” She bit her lip hard when Spike’s hand moved from her breast to tease her clit, his finger circling it and tweaking it until she couldn’t take it anymore. She practically strangled him as her orgasm took over, and when her juices flooded over him, he let go and came for the second time that night.
Collapsing on top of her, he quickly rolled off so that she could situate herself on her back beside him.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, running her fingers through her hair. “That was better than…anything I could’ve planned.” Spike chuckled and nuzzled her cheek, too spent to form words at this moment. Instead, he pulled her close and stroked her hair and gazed into those beautiful green eyes that he could get lost in for days.
After a while, Buffy kissed his forehead and smiled. She couldn’t believe that a few years ago, they’d tried to rebel against the romantic holiday. They’d formed an anti-Valentines’ Day club in which they decided to hate anybody who had a boyfriend or girlfriend on Valentine’s Day, aside from their parents, of course. But now that they had each other, all animosity toward romance was out the window.
As they lay there, pressed up against each other, Buffy’s eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped, placing her hand on her stomach.
“What is it?” he asked, quickly sitting up in the bed as she lay there, rolling onto her back.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I felt it!”
“What?”
“The baby! It kicked! It’s the first time I…oh God…” She bit her lower lip and grabbed Spike’s hand, placing it over the spot she’d just felt the little nudge. It kicked again, and her eyes looked up at him brightly; expectantly. “Well?”
“Don’t feel anything,” he admitted. Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s ok. It’s probably not a big enough kick for you to feel yet.” She smiled brightly. “Guess somebody’s ready to let his mama know he’s here.” Spike chuckled, and he leaned over to kiss her.
“Him?”
“Yeah. A little boy with his daddy’s eyes and his mommy’s hair.”
“Why your hair?”
“Because babies don’t come out with platinum hair just because daddy gets happy with the peroxide.” She smiled a little.
“Oi, I resent that.”
“I don’t. I like your hair like that.” She smiled and kissed his shoulder, crawling over him so she could rest against him, her head against his chest. “I wish we didn’t have to leave.”
“Me too, pet.” He stroked her back and kissed the top of her head. “But we don’t have to go anywhere right now, do we? We’ve got all night.”
She turned her head to look at him, a devilish glimmer twinkling in her eyes.
“I like the way you think, baby,” she grinned, licking her lips.
“Baby?”
“Mmm…are you ok with that?” Her hand wrapped around him once again.
“Keep doing that, and you can call me anything you like, kitten,” he groaned, pulling his arms around her and taking her with him into another passionate embrace.
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