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Chapter Two

“Look who decided to wake up today,” Angel cooed to the baby sitting on the high-chair as Buffy entered the kitchen of the cottage, hair still disheveled from sleeping and eyes puffy from drowsiness.

“Shut up,” she growled, making her way to the coffeemaker.

Conner, the baby, giggled and waved his small, pudgy hands around, successfully landing drips of baby-food on Angel’s shirt.

“Aww, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed didn’t they?” he continued baby-talking Conner and smiling, “Why don’t we give Aunty Buffy a nice big kiss, huh Big Boy?”

He lifted Conner off his chair and Buffy squealed as she saw Conner’s food-covered mouth nearing her face. He landed a sloppy kiss on her cheek and grinned happily at her. Buffy couldn’t help but laugh at her nephew and brother’s matching expressions as she feigned being grossed-out by the baby-kiss.

After Angel settled Conner down, he turned around and asked, “So, where were you last night? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Uh..” Buffy busied herself, going to the cupboard to look for breakfast food and utensils. “Went swimming… and fell asleep by the lake.”

“Ahh…” her brother nodded and raised a suspicious eyebrow. “So I’m guessing the hickey was just, you know, some blowfish who decided to give you a smooch?” He pointed at her neck and Buffy blushed.

“Mind your own business, Angel,” she muttered, lamely. Angel rolled his eyes and continued to feed Conner, who was contentedly murmuring baby sounds and staring at the two of them.

“Right, because that’s always a good idea,” he said as he wiped some food off the baby’s chin. “I’ll just mind my own business and – did you use protection?”

Buffy coughed and accidentally snorted on the cereal she had fixed for herself. “Pretending I didn’t hear that…”

“Buffy! I’m serious. I wont have you getting pregnant on –“

“Okay! Leaving now,” she got up and took her bowl outside to the balcony of the cabin that overlooked the lake. Or at least the more open part of the lake.

………

After sliding the glass door behind her, effectively blocking out the nagging tones in Angel’s voice, she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air of the morning. There was a breeze that slightly blew on her hair, tickling her back.

All the memories of the night before came back to her. His hands on her body, his lips on her body, his body on her body… in her body. Him looking at her with the eyes that looked black in the moonlight. Him half smiling with the good side of his face.

Him leaving without a word.

Her heart was begging to be broken and upset, but her lips couldn’t help smiling. It all added to the mystery of him.

“God,” she said out loud to the trees surrounding her. They rustled their leaves as if they were acknowledging her presence and smiling happily at her. “Did I really tell him I loved him? Is that even possible?”

The branches moved up and down, then sideways, and Buffy realized how stupid it was to think that they might’ve actually given her an answer. And how stupid it might have looked to an onlooker. Her head snapped to the left and for a second, she thought she saw a figure in black, standing at the edge of the trees, right by the rocky bend of the lake, partially hidden in shadows.

Then the shadows moved and she realized there was nobody standing there.

………

“Wasting your time in front of the television again?” a sharp and very-annoying voice shrilled out from behind the couch where Spike was lounging, catching a rerun of Passions – his favorite show.

“What do you want, Cec?” he asked, his voice flat. His sister, Cecily, marched in front of him, blocking his view.

“I want you to find a job!” She glared. “All you ever do is sit around, watch TV, eat food, waste the money I work so hard to make – “

“No. Now move, you’re blocking my view,” he stared past her as if she wasn’t even there.

Cecily grew silent for a few moments, and in that few moments, she really saw him. She always really saw him. Every morning, she really saw him, whenever they did this routine of her yelling at him and him monotone-ing back to her. She saw his firm jaw, stubbornly set and locked, saw his asymmetric face, with one side beautiful, one side torn to shreds, saw his empty eyes that could see perfectly, yet looked at nothing, saw his hair, once slicked back in an attempt to be bad-ass, now stiffly flung about his head as if he didn’t give a damn.

She huffed a few more times, then whirled around to go to work.

When he heard the front door slam and the engine of the car outside start, he allowed himself to relax. As usual, he was watching the television, but for some reason, today, his mind was wandering off to a subject he hadn’t thought about for years.

Sex.

Sex with someone other than Mr. Hand.

The thought of it made him shiver. It had been so long since he had touched a woman, he almost forgot what it felt like. She made him remember and it chilled him to the bone.

Every bone in his body still ached for Drusilla. Drusilla, who had left him after the accident, telling him that he had become too withdrawn and she couldn’t live with his depression. His hand unconsciously reached up to touch the ragged, rough scars on his cheeks.

Buffy had called the scars beautiful. Buffy. What a strange name, he thought, smiling a little bit. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her. All he could remember was the way the moonlight reflected on her smooth skin and made her glow a slight blue in the dark. He remembered how her body warmed his and wondered how such a heating sensation could cause him to tremble as if her hands were ice cubes running down his stomach. Spike closed his eyes and relived the feeling of her flesh under him, the soft, hard breathing, the way she whispered his name when she came, the look in her eyes.

The way she asked him, “What if I told you I loved you…”

He couldn’t answer that.

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It was nighttime again, and Buffy was back out by the lake. She didn’t know what to expect. Maybe she was hoping he would show up and answer all her questions – the spoken ones and the unspoken ones. Maybe she was hoping he could make her feel good again, because she desperately needed it.

Maybe she was just out for another nightly swim.

The night made everything look like a dark blue, with silver shimmers and white gleams. She took off her bathing suit and stepped into the water.

It was cold. Chilling. It made goosebumps spread throughout her body, so she brought her arms up around herself. Buffy took another step, then another, and she wouldn’t allow herself to breathe until she was finally immersed in the smooth water.

………

She was swimming again. Nude. He had lost track of time, but he knew he had been watching her for a while. Everything about her sang grace. The way her body glided through the water, how her hands came up above her head as if she were dancing.

Finally, he stepped out of the shadows. She didn’t notice him, so he slipped off his jacket and placed it neatly on the course sand.

Spike wondered when she would look his way and realize that she had company. The second the thought left his mind, she looked up. He saw her expression change from shock to embarrassment to something resembling a smile. It encouraged him, so he lifted his shirt off his body, unbuckled his jeans, slid them down, then tossed his clothes aside.

She wasn’t moving anymore. Just standing there in the lake, neck-deep, staring at him as he undressed and slowly approached her.

When he was finally about three feet from her, she said, “Hi.” Her voice was soft and it came out barely above a whisper. He smiled at that and moved closer until she had to look up to see his face.

“Hello, love,” his voice teased a little. Half serious, half amused. She wanted to ask him questions, but before she could get the chance, he tipped her chin up and kissed her.

She pulled away after a few seconds, breathing hard. He traced her face with his index finger, brought it down slowly down her neck to her collarbone, then let it disappear under the water between her breasts. His touch made her quiver.

His hands wrapped around her waist lightly and brought her body closer his. They ran up and down her back, enjoying the pure feminine feel of her. They kissed again. She felt his desire on her stomach and it excited her.

She draped her arms around his neck, then pushed off the ground, using the buoyancy of the water to propel her up until her legs were wrapped around his waist. He firmly held her, letting the water keep them both up and balanced.

“I want you,” she whispered heatedly in his ear, before licking it slowly. His hands made their way to her private spot, scoping her out, rubbing against her clit, feeling her slickness before sliding a smooth finger into her. He closed his eyes and slightly groaned in anticipation when he felt the hotness surrounding his finger in contrast to the cold water. Buffy widened her eyes and gasped. She felt the waves of the water entering her as he added another finger, contradicting the heat mounting in her.

His thumb was rubbing against her most sensitive area and his fingers pumped in and out of her channel and she felt all the warmth in her body directed to her core, as her thighs clung to his waist like a lifeline and her arms squeezed his shoulders even harder. She was most definitely going to lose it.

Seeing the expression on her face made his need to be inside her grow exponentially, so he slid out his fingers and used them to direct himself to her opening. She instinctively slid down, crying out a little bit as he filled her completely.

“Fuck,” he breathed in sharply, then out, tickling her neck. They started moving together slowly, trying to take it slow and make the intimate pleasure last as long as possible, but soon, their bodies began demanding more, more, faster, harder, and soon, they were pounding against each other, clawing at each other, scratching, pulling, gentleness be damned.

They climaxed together, each feeling like they were going to explode from the overload of sensations. When they came down, Buffy felt like she was going to fall back into the water, but Spike held onto her, saying her name softly into her ear.

Buffy felt the emotions in her barreling up from her chest, and though she had promised to herself never to go to such a level as crying after sex… she did.





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