Title: Unexpected Blessings
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback: Yes, please
Rating: Varies from chapter to
chapter.
Summary: Spike and Buffy have a
baby.
Back In The Saddle
Buffy groaned and burrowed her head deeper
into the pillow.
That noise was starting up again. It was loud
and piercing, and was yanking her out of a very
nice dream by the scruff of her neck.
She tried to block the sound by covering her head
with another pillow, but it was too persistent. She
couldn't ignore it.
Not just because it was so damn loud...but because
something inside of her sleep fogged brain was telling
her she'd better not.
**Please...please let me sleep...I'm so tired**
The noise didn't care. The more she tried to ignore
it, the louder and more shrill it got.
Finally, with a moan of defeat, she opened her eyes
and concentrated on the task of pinpointing the
source of the wretched sound and making it stop.
Sitting up in bed, she gazed around the room
through eyes only half open, trying to identify the
origin of that dream killing caterwauling.
A quick glance at the man sleeping next to her
revealed nothing.
There was no one standing at the door, and the window
was tightly closed against the cold night air.
Buffy rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to
make them focus. Her gaze moved past the armoire,
around the chair, up and down the bookshelves, past
the bassinet...
"Oh!"
Her eyes snapped back instantly in the direction
they'd come from and zeroed in on the pink and
white bassinet. The source of the clamor had been
located and now had to be stopped before it woke
up the entire neighborhood.
"Spike...honey," she muttered, tapping his shoulder
gently. He didn't even twitch. "The baby's crying," she
said a little louder, shaking him a little harder.
Nothing.
Leaning over, Buffy placed her mouth less than an
inch from his ear. "HEY!"
He shot straight up in bed, staring at her, wild
eyed. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, looking at
her as though he wasn't quite sure who she was.
The baby picked that moment to wail again.
"Buffy...the baby's crying," he said, yawning widely.
She looked at him. "No kidding?"
He flopped back down on the bed. "Whassa matter
with her?" he asked, his voice still sleepy.
"Well, it beats me all to hell." she said. "Hey, I know!
Why don't you go ask her?" She produced an impressive
yawn of her own. "Go and get her before she wakes
up everyone in town."
He gave her an imploring look. "She's probably hungry"
he said. "It's not like I can do anything about that, so..."
Buffy cut him off. "Go get the baby!"
He tried to appeal to her again. "Yeah, but...why should
BOTH of us...."
"Go..get..the...baby!"
Seeing the look on her face, he switched gears. "Why
don't I go get the baby?" he asked, smiling as if it had
been his idea all along.
"Good plan," she agreed, patting his arm just a touch
harder than was necessary.
Still half asleep, he stumbled over to the bassinet and
peered down at his daughter, trying to focus.
"You're not a bit happy right now, are you?" He picked
her up and held her against his shoulder, patting her
back. "And if you're not happy...nobody's happy. Isn't
that right, my love?"
Depositing her in her mother's arms, he crawled back
into bed and turned on his side, openly staring as Buffy
unbuttoned her nightgown and began to nurse the baby.
The curves that Buffy had developed during her pregnancy
had nearly doubled in size, causing Spike to develop an
instant erection everytime she undressed or nursed Katie.
She glanced at him and caught him looking at her.
"What are YOU staring at?" she asked, a tiny smile
playing on her lips.
"What do you think I'm staring at?" he leered playfully,
tracing one finger over her milk laden breasts. "Do you get
to keep these after you stop nursing?"
Buffy laughed. "God, I HOPE so."
Turning the baby in her arms, she offered her other
breast. Katie nursed for a few seconds, then drifted
back to sleep.
"She's out cold," Spike observed.
"Mm-hmm..back to bed please, Daddy." Giving the
baby back to her father, Buffy watched as Spike
gently settled her back in her bassinet. Leaning over,
he kissed her cheek and whispered, "Sweet dreams,
angel."
Returning to the bed, he saw Buffy making a face
of discomfort. "Something wrong, love?"
She shook her head. "Not really. It's just that sometimes
she falls asleep before I'm...."
"Empty?"
"Yeah." Slipping one hand into her gown, she massaged
her breast. "It's a little...uncomfortable."
He was silent for a moment, then looked into her eyes
and said, "I can help you with that, sweetheart."
Buffy gazed at him in surprise...and something else.
"Do tell," she murmured, smiling slowly.
Spike sat up and pulled her lower in the bed. Working
her nightgown off, he tossed it to the end of the bed,
then settled beside her and placed his hand beneath
her right breast, lifting it to his mouth.
Gently, knowing how sensitive they were, he lowered
his head and took her nipple into his mouth, then
began suckling.
Buffy gasped sharply and pushed her head back into
the pillow, trying to stay quiet and not disturb the
baby. Closing her eyes tightly, she slipped one hand
around the back of Spike's neck, caressing it.
He broke contact briefly. "Not hurting you, am I?"
"Mmm...no," she said softly. "Not a bit. You're being
very gentle."
He smiled and kissed the side of her neck. "And I thought
your blood tasted sweet," he whispered.
Buffy applied a little pressure to the back of his
neck. "Don't stop."
He reclaimed the tender flesh, drawing her warm milk
into his mouth greedily.
Buffy's head was spinning. This was such a different
sensation from what she felt when she nursed Katie.
That happiness was completely maternal and loving,
all it's pleasure derived from the knowledge that she
was nurturing her child.
But this...this was amazing. The feelings rushing
through her now had nothing to do with motherly
love. This was sex...pure and simple.
In the past when they'd made love, Spike had
always paid lavish attention to her breasts. He knew
how much she enjoyed the feel of his hands and
mouth on her, and he spent as much time there
as she wanted him to.
Pregnancy had increased not only the size of her
breasts, but also the sensitivity. She had become
so sensitive, in fact, that he was able to bring her
nearly to the point of orgasm without even touching
her below the waist.
Buffy's eyes suddenly opened wide as she realized
that it was happening right now. She felt every pull of
his mouth in the depths of her womb, making her sex
swell and become moist and heavy feeling.
Slowly, she became aware that he was saying
something.
"What?" she asked faintly. 'I..I didn't hear...you."
Spike looked at her, his own _expression a little
dazed. "I asked if you felt better now. Did that help?"
"Oh...right." Buffy tried to focus her attention on
something other than sudden, unbearable lust. "Yeah,
if feels much better." Her hand drifted up and caressed
his cheek. "Thank you, honey."
He swallowed hard. "My pleasure," he said in a
strained voice as he tried to climb out of bed.
Buffy caught his arm. "Where are you going?"
"Not far." Spike looked as uncomfortable as she
had a few minutes ago. "I'll be right back."
Her eyes moved down the front of his body, easily
seeing the reason behind his obvious discomfort.
Smiling, she pulled him back down. "You don't have
to do that by yourself, baby. I'll take care of it for
you."
She slipped one hand down the front of his sweat-
pants. "It's my fault that it got all big and hard like
that." Placing her free hand on his chest, she urged
him down, then pulled his pants all the way off.
"Are...are you sure?" he asked hoarsely.
Buffy smiled. "You made me feel better with YOUR
mouth. I should return the favor."
"Oh...oh, God," he moaned, his hands playing in
her hair. "Buffy...sweetheart...feels so good."
Her mouth slid up and down his shaft, slowly at
first, then faster when she felt his hips rise to
push himself deeper into her mouth.
Releasing him from her oral embrace, she licked
him up and down, swirling her tongue around the
head of his penis in a way she knew he enjoyed.
"Baby...yes...harder," he begged. "Suck it harder..
yeah...you know how...use your tongue..."
Buffy licked up the drops of semen that formed
at the slit, then sucked just on the head as her
fingers wrapped more firmly around the base of
his erection.
"Ohhhh....fuck...you're the best, baby...no one
sucks as good as you do...clever little tongue
of yours...so hot and wet...mmmm...suck really
hard now....."
When she felt him stiffen even more, she knew
he was close to climaxing. Removing her mouth,
she held him firmly in her hand, pumping it up
and down.
She looked up and caught him watching her. "Try not
to yell too loud when you come,' she said with a sassy
smile. "You don't want to wake up your daughter at
a moment like this."
Lowering her head, she reclaimed him in her mouth.
Thirty seconds later, he grabbed a pillow and buried
his face in it, muffling the sounds of pleasure that he
couldn't control.
When he was finished, she pulled the pillow away
from his face, chuckling when she saw the idiotic
smile he had on.
She crawled back up beside him and fell into his
arms. "Better?"
Spike squeezed her tightly. "God...yes. Life is SO
good, kitten."
Buffy snuggled closer. "It's about to get even better."
Something in her tone made him open his eyes and
look at her. "How so?"
She propped her head on her hand. "I have an appointment
with the doctor today. Eight week check up time. And, if
everything goes right," she added, walking her fingers up
the middle of his chest. "..I should get the all clear."
Spike's eyes kindled with new heat. "You mean...?"
Buffy nuzzled his ear. "I mean..that with any luck...you'll
be back in the saddle tonight, cowboy."
He flipped her over suddenly, startling her. "Then I'd
better make sure it's ready for me."
He kissed his way down her breasts and over her
abdomen.
When she felt him push her thighs apart and settle
between them, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"You were right, honey," she said."Life is damn good."
************
"Why are we here?"
"Because I felt something behind."
"Something important?"
"Something unfinished."
Jacob stared into depthless dark eyes, eyes that
had bewitched him from the moment he saw them
glittering in a fever of blood lust.
For three months he had been with her. Three months
living in her world of mad fantasy, of tea parties where
she served blood in delicate china cups, and danced
to music no one else could hear.
She was completely insane. He knew it...but he
didn't care. He was a part of her. She'd made
him especially for her, had given him a new life
and taught him what to do with it.
He would do anything for her, which was what she
wanted and needed from a man.
Jacob watched her stand in the moonlight, staring
at a small house across the street. Her eyes sharp-
ened briefly when a light was turned on and a woman
passed in front of a window that ran half the length
of the house.
A woman holding a baby.
He could see her patting the infant's back, see her
mouth moving as she soothed it.
"There," his lover whispered.
Inside the house, the woman turned her head suddenly,
as of someone had called to her from another room.
Moments later, the light went off.
"Who is she?" Jacob asked.
"She's a thief," the woman beside him replied,
turning to face him with golden eyes and glistening
fangs. "She stole from me."
Jacob shivered as his own demon leapt forward
to greet her. "What did she steal from you?"
he growled.
She smiled sadly. "My prince. She took him away
from me...two times. That's not good form, you
know. I'm quite cross with her....she has to be
punished."
"How will you punish her?"
The smile on her face changed and her eyes
narrowed.
"By stealing from her what she loves most." Lifting her
arms, she gazed into the blank glass eyes of
the doll pressed against her breast. "Her child."
Jacob watched her walk away, singing a nameless
lullaby, forgetting that he was even there.
Taking one more look at the house, he ran to
catch up with her.
TBC.........
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