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Chapter 9: ‘Have I Told You; I Missed You?’


Summary: Buffy and Spike agonize over how to tell Dawn about her father. Some of Spike’s past is revealed.

Oh, yeah, and this chapter is so Spuffy, on so many levels.



“The little miss is still sound asleep,” William’s house man, Johnathan explained to Buffy. “I hadn’t the heart to wake her,” he added quickly. “It is nearly midnight and…”

“That’s fine, Johnny,” Buffy sighed. “Why don’t you go home to your family, huh? I’m sure Amy is getting a little tired of these late night hijinks here.”

After Johnathan left for home, Buffy snuck into Will’s guest room and took a peek at the sleeping child.

‘She has no idea that her little world just went kaboom,’ Buffy thought sadly. The blond woman slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

Spike watched his ex from his spot on his couch. He wasn’t exactly happy with the turn of events, of course. However, there was something to be said for having ‘his’ girl here, with him and the Bit.

“We’ve got to tell her,” Buffy groaned as she sat next to William on the couch. “I just don’t know how, Will,” she whimpered in defeat.

Spike slipped his left arm about Buffy’s slim shoulders, as if it was the most natural thing to do. Of course, it was.

Buffy leaned into William, laying her head on his strong shoulder, carefully. It felt right, as always, to have Will’s arm about her and to cuddle her to him.

“I think I’d better get out of here,” Buffy murmured suddenly, trying to stand up. William held her tightly, making it impossible for her to get up. Dawn could sleep here tonight and William could bring her around to Buffy’s place tomorrow…

“You don’t need to go anywhere just yet,” he whispered in her ear. “We need to talk this out and figure out how to tell the Bit about her Da. Help me out here, Princess,” he pleaded quietly.

“There are always the authorities,” Buffy offered half-heartedly. “Larry Wilkens would be able to find a good ‘place’ for Dawn. Maybe there’s a family that could take her in? Give her a good life?”

Spike glanced over at Buffy, warily, and wondered just when his girl had changed her tune about the ‘doing the right thing’ and all. If anyone knew how he felt about orphanages, adoption and all? It was Buffy.

“I can’t do it,” Spike rasped, trying so hard not to show his inner turmoil. “Can’t let the Bit go to some strangers that’ll never appreciate her.”

“I know,” Buffy sighed, burrowing her head even further into Will’s shoulder. “God, Will,” she groaned, “Do you think ‘I’ want the little doll to go to some unworthy people? To be farmed out to someone that don’t give a hang about her?”



“It was not your fault you know,” Buffy murmured softly, meeting William’s pained blue-eyed gaze.

“Buffy, I know,” Spike began in a weak voice.

“You got lucky, that’s all,” Buffy continued evenly. “When the Jamesons adopted you, you got the good luck of the draw. I know they worked you hard, made you tough and all? But at least they gave you some sort of affection, a safe place to live. What happened to your sister, Drusilla, was awful, yes, but not your fault.”

“They did work me hard,” Spike spat bitterly, remembering his adoptive family and their good Protestant work ethic. “But they were good people who took me in and gave me a life at least. I just never got over the fact they wouldn’t take in Drusilla, too.”

“I know,” Buffy patted his large, muscular hand with her tiny soft one. “From what you’ve told me, the Jamesons weren’t real well off, money wise that is.”

“That’s why I made damn sure I would be,” Spike muttered, trying to steer the conversation away from his hard past, and his sister’s disastrous one.

Spike ‘tried’ that is to get away from the painful topic, however, it was open and out now. The thought of his lovely lost sister, the one he kept set back in his memory was now right up in front. Buffy had brought it up, her knowing everything about Spike and his sister’s hard past.

He knew it was because his ex did not want to ‘lose’ the little girl that had been so abruptly thrown into their lives. Nor did Buffy want the Bit to end up in a horrible situation, the way Drusilla had. Frankly, neither did Spike.

“Those people, that took in Drusilla? They were stupid, bad people, William,” Buffy whispered timidly. With William, Buffy never knew exactly how to breach this most sacred of subjects.

Buffy was never quite sure of just how to discuss Will’s doomed older sister with him. The horror of what happened to Drusilla was still fresh in her own mind, even if it had occurred when she, Buffy, was still not in Will’s world.

When William had been adopted out, he was about eleven and his older sister had been left behind. William truly had lucked out, by being adopted by the Jamesons, but apparently, the couple could not afford to take both of the children.

William’s sister, Drusilla, had been fragile in body and mind even before they lost their folks to an accident. When the Jamesons adopted William, only, the sister became even more disoriented. According to what Will had confided to Buffy, the poor Drusilla was a perfect target for a silly self-absorbed woman and her unscrupulous, lecher of a husband. It was exactly these type of adoptive parents that ended up with Drusilla.

Buffy had never asked William to tell her the whole story, or at least what he knew of it. She was sure that poor Will left out the most sordid details of the Drusilla’s tragic tale, but Buffy knew enough of the horror.

The husband that took in Drusilla, William would never reveal the couple’s names. This no-name bastard of a man that had so kindly taken in Drusilla? He turned out to be a sadistic, evil man with no morals or scruples of any kind.

Once the couple had taken in the now fourteen-year-old Drusilla, and this husband lulled everyone into a sense of family and safety? Including his own clueless wife? The evil monster seduced poor Drusilla and made her pregnant.

It was downhill after that for Drusilla and the poor unwanted child. The baby was born dead and the wife, who turned out to be smarter then she seemed, finally realized that her husband had done the damage.

Instead of punishing the husband, the wife threw Drusilla out with only the clothes on her back. Two days after the horrible events, Drusilla’s body washed up on the shore of the Thames River. Poor William had not been told until months later, when the Jamesons felt he might be able to handle it better. They were wrong, of course.

William would never be able to handle his sister’s virtual murder. Although he waited years before he avenged his sister's honor? William eventually grew up and became the man that sat next to Buffy at the present. Buffy was well aware that even though Will did not commit the ‘crime’ himself? He certainly was behind the death of the man who seduced, impregnated and basically murdered Drusilla.


“I won’t let ‘them’ have the Bit,” Spike whispered into Buffy’s warm ear. “I can’t, Princess,” he muttered.

“I never thought you would,” Buffy sighed in relief as she leaned her weary head on his shoulder again. “Not that I’d let you hand her over to the cops,” she murmured sleepily.

Before either of them could say another word, Buffy was sound asleep, her head buried in Spike’s shoulder. He gazed down at his sleeping beauty as a warm, loving feeling washed over him. His girl, Buffy, was right where she belonged, even if she didn’t realize it just yet. Spike certainly did.

When Buffy woke up the next morning, she realized immediately that she was no longer on William’s couch. Sometime during the night, her ex had carried her into his guest room and placed her on the bed next to the still sleeping little girl.

‘Leave it to Will to be the full on gentleman,’ Buffy mused with a slight smile.

It occurred to her that she’d better check under the covers and make sure she still wore the evening dress from the night before. Yup, she reassured herself, still in full dress and all. ‘Always the gentleman,’ Buffy giggled softly.

She slid out of the bed and ran her fingers through her long hair before she slipped out of the bedroom door. Dawn was still out like a light and Buffy did not want to wake the poor kid. After William and Buffy told the poor little doll the truth about her dad? Who knew how many full nights of sleep the poor kid would get.

Buffy found William standing on his balcony, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the city before him. The memory of other mornings, long ago, when this was nearly an everyday occurrence for her caused her heart to skip a beat. This was one of the many things about ‘being with’ William that caused the longing ache within Buffy. At times, she missed William and their life together, terribly.

“Get a good night’s sleep then, luv?” Spike asked Buffy without looking at her.

“Yeah, must have,” Buffy giggled, “if I didn’t even wake up when you carried me to the guest bed. Oh, and thank you, Will, for being the gentleman and not undressing me, or peeking!” She giggled mischievously.

Spike turned and gave his ex a naughty smirk, “who says I didn’t peek,” he chuckled in response. He winked at Buffy and stubbed out the smoke in his left hand.

“Oh, you,” Buffy growled in exasperation when he closed the gap between them.

“Seriously, Princess,” Spike sighed heavily, “we’ve got to tell the Bit, and soon, that her Da isn’t coming back for her. I don’t know how…”

“I’ll tell her tonight,” Buffy interrupted him with a firm nod of her head. “It’s Maggie's day and night off and I’ve decided to call her at home. I'll tell her that I won’t need her help for a few days. Then I’m calling in ‘sick’ to the club and having Tara McClay fill in for me for a few nights. I’ll make a nice home cooked meal for the little doll, tonight and…”

“I’ll be there,” Spike interjected in his deep 'authority' tone. “I’m there for dinner and don’t shake your gorgeous head, no at me, Buffy.” He gave her a stern glare, “it’s up to me to tell the Bit too, so I’m there for dinner and that’s that!”

Buffy knew William’s ‘stubborn’ look all too well and she also realized it would be useless to try and fight him on this one. Besides, she truly needed Will with her, when she broke the news to Dawn that her father was never coming back for her.

“I could take you girls out for dinner,” Spike piped up. “Don’t want you two to think I’m trying to mooch a meal,” he added sheepishly.

“I’m making my mama’s Sunday pot roast,” Buffy mumbled out loud. “I'll roast some new potatoes and simmer fresh peas. Oh, and that good crusty bread from the Italian open market,” Buffy rambled on, ignoring Will’s dinner invite. “Besides,” she murmured thoughtfully, “I think Dawn should be at home, with me, when we tell her,” she finished sadly.

‘Buffy would make such a good mum,’ Spike mused wistfully. ‘She’s got no idea how appealing she is when she’s being all motherly and protective of the Bit.’

“I’ll be there, around 7:00 PM,” he stated evenly. “Oh, and Buffy,” he continued with another slight smirk, “thanks for remembering how much I love your mother’s pot roast.”


Buffy rummaged around in her kitchen, setting everything up that she would need to make the big supper that evening. Dawn skipped about her, taking orders and trying to help out as much as she could.

After calling the butcher at the corner market; Buffy ordered up enough food for an army. She then slipped off to the Italian market, close by her apartment, with Dawn close behind. The two females had a mini-party together; buying bread, wine and even some Italian dessert for that night.

When they had gotten back to Buffy’s apartment and stashed the goodies, they began to prepare the meal together. While Dawn turned on the stove, Buffy hurried to answer her telephone that seemed to be angrily ringing non-stop.

“Hello Angel,” Buffy greeted her so called boyfriend, coolly. She was more then angry at her errant guy and chose to make no secret of it.

“Hey babe,” Angel replied with his usual cavalier tone. “How’s it…”

Before he could finish his question, Buffy let into Angel like an angry mama lion.

“Don’t even ask how things are, Angel O’Connor,” she growled into the phone. “I know that you know all about Dawn Merrick and her father, you, you asshole!” Buffy tried very hard to keep her voice down, even though she was completely lost in self-righteous rage.

“Now, Buff,” Angel began, “the fool owed me thousands and who knew he’d mess up a simple, routine job like the…”

“Like a ridiculously stupid robbery job? Even worse? A con job/robbery on an illegal bookie operation? Jesus Angel,” Buffy hissed, “how could you? How could you send a man like Merrick out on something like that? Knowing he had a child that he was solely responsible for? Or anyone at all for that matter?”

“Look Buffy,” Angel replied evenly, “I don’t know what Spike’s been telling you or what he’s been filling your pretty head with, but…”

“Only the truth, Angel,” Buffy spat, suddenly quite defensive of her ex, William.

“I know that blond haired freak, Spikey, has been hangin’ around you and all,” Angel snarled. “Did you think I wouldn’t know exactly what’s been going on there? You belong to me, now, Buffy and…”

“I’m not your property, Liam,” Buffy spat before he could finish, again. “I am supposed to be your girlfriend, the woman you supposedly love. You took off to Chicago, on business, or so you said, and left everyone back here in New York to clean up the mess ‘you’ made. What choice did William have but to ask me to help out with the little doll?”

“The little doll is it now,” Angel clucked ruefully. “So the little rug rat’s gotten under your skin, eh? And Spike’s too, no doubt. Old Willie’s a real sucker for a lost cause, isn’t he, precious? You should know all about that, right?”

“Shut up!” Buffy snarled, ignoring Angel’s slap at her. “Just because William has a good heart and an actual human soul? Don’t even go there, Angel. Do not deride William or his kindness, to me or Dawn. You gave him no choice and he acted the way he thought best. If you didn’t want me involved? Then you should never have set up that poor Merrick man and destroyed his daughter’s life! Of course I couldn’t turn my back on a poor little girl who had already lost her mother!”

“Look Buffy, if this idiot, Ted Merrick, fucked up the job? That’s he’s problem,” Angel babbled defensively. “I gave him a way to pay me back, didn’t I? If he hadn’t done this, then believe me, he’d be dead anyway.”

Buffy felt a shiver of fear shoot down her spine, but she held her ground. “Stop it!” She ordered her boyfriend, eyeing the closed kitchen door. No way did Buffy want Dawn to overhear this nasty conversation.

“Just dump the kid off on that cop you and our boy Willie are so fond of,” Angel grunted. “Larry Wilkens, isn’t it? I’m sure he’ll find a decent home for the little brat!”

“God,” Buffy growled, “you really our thick, aren’t you, Angel? There is no way in hell that William, or me for that matter, are going to turn that little girl over to a cop or orphanage. Listen, mister,” she continued sternly, “you just stay in Chicago and finish your so called business there. I’ll handle this mess here in New York.”

“Buffy,” Angel murmured softly, “I do love you, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Buffy replied through gritted teeth. Then she hung the phone up, or rather, she slammed the receiver down.

“Buffy?” Dawn called from the kitchen door, her blue eyes wide with confusion. “Is everything all right? Was that the dark prince?” The little girl seemed nervous Buffy thought.

“Yeah, it was the dark prince, honey,” Buffy replied evenly. “He’s checking in with me and don’t worry,” she assured the small girl, “he won’t be back for another week or so. Promise.”

“Okay,” Dawn giggled happily, secure in the knowledge that the beautiful Princess Buffy would protect her and keep her safe. Dawn just adored Buffy and her ex-love, Mr. Spike. If only Buffy could realize that she belonged with Sir Spike and not with the evil prince, Angel?

Mr. Spike loved Buffy, of that little Dawn had no doubt at all. Even though Buffy said no, the little girl was more then sure that Buffy loved Spike, or William as she called him.

‘Adults are so silly,’ Dawn thought sadly. ‘They never see the truth, no matter how it’s there, right in front of them.’

In a way, Dawn didn’t want her daddy to come back for her and this made her feel awfully bad about herself. It was just that Buffy had been so good to the small girl and she always made things so fun. Since her own mother had gone to heaven, Dawn couldn’t remember the last time she got to help cook dinner, or go shopping for food and nice clothes. Her daddy loved her too, of that Dawn was also sure, but Buffy and Mr. Spike actually spent time with her. The couple, although not real blood to her, made Dawn feel like a special fairy princess.

‘I wish Miss Buffy and Mr. Spike were my real mommy and daddy,’ Dawn thought, guiltily. ‘I love my daddy but he’s never around,’ she reasoned, ‘and I miss my real mommy.’

“Let’s check that pot roast,” Buffy stated brightly. “It’s nearly 6:30 and Mr. Spike will be here soon.”

True to his word, Spike knocked on Buffy’s door at exactly 6:55 PM that evening. In his left hand, he carried a good bottle of California wine; in his right? Two bouquets of flowers. Roses, the color or blood red were for Buffy; his love and passion. The pink and white carnations were for the Bit.

“You look like a million dollars,” Buffy gushed as she took in William’s pin-stripe gray suit and red tie. “Then again,” she giggled, “you always do, don’t you Will?”

“Hope so,” he replied sheepishly as he held out the two bunches of very different flowers.

“You look pretty damned delicious yourself,” Spike mumbled bashfully. He noticed, right off, that Buffy wore a little red number, his favorite of course, and that it clung to her tiny, but gorgeous body.

“Thanks,” Buffy murmured, taking the offered flowers and bottle of wine from William.

“Oh, it’s from California!” Buffy squealed in delight when she spied the Beringer label on the bottle.

“I thought you’d like it,” Spike smiled proudly, taking a good long sniff of the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.

“Mr. Spike!” Dawn exclaimed as she scurried from the kitchen and threw herself into Spike’s arms. “Dinner’s almost ready and I helped Buffy cook!” She grinned so proudly that Spike felt a warm tug at his heart.

“I bet it’ll be yummy,” Spike muttered, patting the Bit’s dark head. “I’m starved,” he added honestly.

They ate, the three of them, as if it they were truly a family and this was the most natural thing in the world. Buffy’s pot roast had turned out to be delicious, just as William had predicted and she was happy to note that the little doll ate heartily.

It was just as they were finishing the main meal and Buffy started to get up, to serve the dessert, when Dawn sighed deeply. Buffy glanced at William, who looked pretty apprehensive. It made her wonder if now was the time to tell Dawn about her father.

“My mama,” Dawn mumbled sadly, “she used to make this kind of food. Beef roast ‘was’ daddy’s favorite,” the child added wistfully.

Spike stared, first at the Bit, then at Buffy and shrugged in defeat. How the bloody hell were they gonna’ tell the child that her father was dead and not ever coming back for her?

“I’m kind of tired now,” Dawn yawned dramatically. “May I be excused and get ready for bed, Buffy?”

“Sure,” Buffy whispered, unable to look at Dawn. Instead, she focused on her glass of red wine.

“Kay,” Dawn sighed again. “I’ll just go wash up and brush my teeth,” she stated. “Will you tuck me in, Buffy, and sing me a song, please?” The girl pleaded with wide blue eyes and Buffy felt like she would break down and cry.

“I will,” she murmured in response. “You go along and wash up for bed, and wash your teeth, honey. Tell Mr. Spike goodnight, okay?”

“Goodnight Mr. Spike,” Dawn mumbled meekly at the blond man. “Will I see you tomorrow night?”

“Bet on it,” Spike muttered, also unable to look the child in the eye.

Dawn slipped out of her chair and headed to the bathroom to clean up for bed. For the next few minutes, Buffy and Spike sat, silently, staring at their dinner plates.

“We have to tell her,” Buffy sighed. “Sometime, we have to tell the poor doll what happened, right?”

“Right,” Spike grumbled.

“I’ll be right back,” Buffy stated as she dropped her napkin on the dining room table and headed into her guest room.

Dawn lay in the big guest room bed, her blue eyes focused on the ceiling above her. Buffy sat on the bed, right next to her and brushed Dawn’s brown locks out of her face.

“Buffy,” Dawn began timidly, “why don’t you like Mr. Spike anymore?”

“Honey,” Buffy sighed, “I told you that this isn’t for you to worry about. Besides,” the woman continued carefully, “I ‘do’ like Mr. Spike, very much. It’s just that I’m afraid of him, somehow,” she trailed off weakly.

“Is he a big jerk? Like the dark prince?” Dawn asked coyly.

“Not so much,” Buffy replied quickly. “William isn’t such a big jerk, at all really,” she added. “I just wish that ‘he’ realized what a non-jerk he really is,” Buffy finished on a wistful note.


Spike stood at the open doorway of Buffy’s guestroom, carefully hidden from view of the two females. He watched, listened and heard every word that Buffy and the Bit said to each other.

The things Buffy were saying to Dawn made his heart skip a beat; actually three or four beats.

‘She still has feelings for me,’ Spike assured himself. ‘Buffy’s just too bloody stubborn to admit it.”

“Will you sing to me?” Dawn asked sweetly as she cuddled down into the covers of the comfy bed.

“Sure,” Buffy smiled warmly at the little girl. “Close your eyes and I’ll sing you a new song,” she whispered tenderly, stroking Dawn’s soft forehead.


‘Go to sleep, little one
Go to sleep and dream
The sandman is waiting for you
On a golden moon beam

The sandman has golden
Dust to sprinkle in your eyes
So you can be happy and dream
Good dreams until sunrise

Dream now, your happy dreams
Before you’re grown and know
The tears of the unhappy dreams
That break our girls’ hearts so

The sandman, he has that golden
Dust to sprinkle in your heart
It protects you from the time when
Dreams can fall apart…’


Buffy glanced down at the sleeping child and placed a tender, loving kiss on her warm forehead.

“Sleep well, little doll,” Buffy whispered softly into Dawn’s warm right ear.


Spike realized that Buffy was finished with her tucking in of the Bit, so he hurried to sit down on her couch. There was no way he wanted his golden goddess to know what he’d heard or seen.

“Hey,” Buffy mumbled as she slowly trudged into the living room and spied William sitting on the couch, a cigarette in his hand.

“I guess we’re not going to tell the little doll the truth, huh? At least not tonight,” she whimpered.

“No,” Spike rasped, “not tonight.” He put out his smoke in the coffee table ashtray and stood up.

“You better go, Will,” Buffy sighed sadly, “a girl needs her beauty sleep and…”

“You don’t need no beauty sleep, Buffy,” Spike murmured, closing the gap between them. “You’re beautiful enough,” he finished, taking her in his arms, forcefully.

“Will,” Buffy squeaked in surprise, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” Spike hissed, crashing his lips down onto Buffy’s.

“William,” Buffy gasped as her ex peppered her face and neck with his hot, needful kisses. “We can’t…”

“We can,” he rasped, “and we’re going to.” Without asking permission, Spike swept Buffy up in his arms and strode into her bedroom. With a slight kick to the bedroom door, Spike made sure it clicked shut. He noticed, happily, that Buffy gave him no resistance and continued to respond to his kisses.

Spike lay Buffy on the bed, gently, and began to strip off his own clothing. He looked away from her gorgeous green eyes; concentrating on getting himself naked, and then her naked, as soon as possible.

Buffy watched William undress, hungrily. It had been so long since she’d seen Will naked and all. All she could think about was how this night, this event that was about to happen, would change everything in her life.

For some reason, she really didn’t care how much things might change; for the good or bad, in her life. All’s she wanted right now was William; naked, in her and making love to her.

Spike slipped his shorts off, leaving him completely naked in front of the love of his life. He stood, erectly (in more ways then stature) and stared at Buffy. His hungry gaze took in her near naked body (when the bloody hell did she half undress he wondered) and his mouth watered at the lovely sight.

“There’s no going back Buffy, if we do this,” Spike whispered huskily, crawling on the bed, hesitating at her bare feet. “I’m not walking away, or letting you for that matter,” he added sternly.

“I know,” Buffy whispered, reaching out to him with her long slim arms. “I don’t think I could go back, Will,” she murmured.

“Good,” Spike grunted, taking Buffy back in his arms and pulling her little body to him.

“Oh, Will,” Buffy whimpered softly, aware that her tone was purely feminine and honest; absent of any wiles or false coyness.

“Buffy, I’ve missed you so bloody much,” Spike rasped as he lay her back on the bed and slipped the lacy knickers from her slim hips.

He took in the entire picture that was his love and sighed in pleasure, running his left hand down her bare breast and to her tummy. When he touched her quivering cunny, Spike was rewarded with a wonderfully soft moan from Buffy.

This in turn caused him to moan himself. “You’re beautiful,” he gasped in awe, watching the sweet emotions play over her pretty face.

“So are you,” she giggled wickedly, reaching out to him again. “Make love to me, Will. Please,” she moaned in need.

“All night,” he murmured huskily, covering her warm, sweet body with his own.


“I wanna’ taste you, make you scream,” Spike rasped, rubbing his hard cock into Buffy’s hot wet center.

“That might not be the best thing,” Buffy giggled. “The screaming thing I mean,” she added saucily.

“Right,” he mumbled, concentrating on kissing her neck with his mouth. “So,” he whispered into her ear, “no screaming. For tonight, anyway. Maybe I should just suck those sweet titties of yours and…”

“Maybe you should just be in me,” Buffy rasped in a desperate, needful tone. “Maybe you should just make sweet love to me, Will, for now and we’ll worry about the titties sucking later?”

“I think you’re right,” Spike chuckled gruffly. He felt Buffy’s wet cunny and realized she was more then ready for him.

Without missing a beat, Spike slid his cock into Buffy’s wet core and began to pump in and out of her, slowly. He watched her half-closed eyes and shivered when she licked her plump, luscious lips.

“Look at me,” he ordered her tenderly.

She did.

“I love you,” he rasped, “always have and always will.” Spike chanted as he pumped in and out of her slowly, never breaking away from her bright gaze. By now, he was propped up on his elbows, still slowly pumping into her and kissing her face, cheeks and mouth.

“I know,” Buffy sighed dreamily. “You ‘do’ love me, don’t you Will?”

“Yes,” he gasped, speeding up his thrusts into the altar that was Buffy’s sweet cunny.

“I’ve missed you,” Buffy mewled, embracing his shoulders in her vice like grip. “I’ve missed this,” she gasped as she came.


A/N: Okay, that was a little Spuffy, I know. The great thing about ending a chapter on this note? I can start the next one with even more Spuffy love making!

Thanks for reading and please review, spufette.

PS The sappy little ditty that Buffy sang to Dawn was written by Cynthia.





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