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Title: Unexpected Blessings
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: Will vary from chapter to
chapter, up to NC-17
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The Second Month
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"What in bloody hell is THAT?"

Buffy followed Spike's gaze. "The examination table,"
she explained as she changed into a paper gown.

"What are those things on the end of it?"

"That's where my feet go."

"Looks like a bloody torture device," he muttered.

"Actually" Buffy replied, hopping up on the table, "it's
not all that bad." She grinned, beckoning him a bit
closer. "In fact...I've had some pretty interesting
fantasies about it."

Spike gave her a skeptical look. "Fantasies? About
that thing?"

"Yep," she giggled. "Think about it..me stretched out
on the table with my feet in the stirrups..."

"Stirrups, huh?" he chuckled.

"Uh-huh...and my legs are spread open wide. You're
standing at the end of the table between them..wearing
nothing but a stethoscope...giving me a thorough exam-
ination. Pretty sexy, huh?"

He wasn't at all surprised by what she was saying. Lately,
Buffy had managed to put a sexual spin on just about
everything they did.

Although they'd always had a regular and fulfilling sex
life, Buffy's pregnancy had made her insatiable. The stirred
up hormones bouncing through her body like a pinball,
had unleashed a sex kitten that she couldn't control.

She'd developed a knack for finding lacivious meaning
in the most innocent of comments, surpassing even HIS
talent for sexual innuendo.

Buffy craved sex to the point where she would wake
him up in the middle of the night, or afternoon, desperate
to make love.

Often, he was not even fully awake when she would
crawl on top of him, squirming and wriggling until she
made him hard, then ride him like a wild pony.

Simple questions fueled her craving; What would she
like for breakfast?..."You, honey"; Want to rent a movie
tonight?..."Yes, get one of the ones they keep in the
back of the store...get a couple of them"; Is that a new
dress?..."Yeah, and I'm not wearing any underwear either."

Whenever they went out together, Buffy spent most of
the time looking for dark corners where they could make
some quick love.

Anywhere..anytime..anyway. It was all good for her.

He had taken her Christmas shopping one evening, only
to be pushed into the gingerbread house where the mall
Santa spent his daytime hours having his picture taken. He'd
sat in the red velvet armchair, almost cross-eyed with
pleasure, as Buffy had bounced up and down in his lap.

In the cemeteries they patrolled, she would watch from
a safe distance as he staked new vamps, then would
tackle him to the ground, relieving the pent up aggression
that she could no longer channel into slaying.

Spending an evening with Xander and Anya, Buffy
had pleaded exhaustion and a back ache, and had
asked if they would mind if she stretched out on their
bed for a while. A minute later she had called Spike
into the room, asking for his help to ease a painful
muscle cramp in her leg.

Not wanting to make a mess of the bed, she had
pulled him down to the floor.

The possibility of being caught had aroused her even
more intensely. Turning onto her side and facing away
from him, she'd urged him into the same position behind
her, then pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts.

At one point, she had taken his hand off her hip and
guided it around front between her legs. He had played
with her clit, rubbing and squeezing it as he'd whispered
dirty words in her ear until he'd brought her to orgasm.
The contractions of her tight sex as it clamped down
on his erection had made him follow right behind her.

The entire act, from beginning to end, had taken less
than five minutes to perform.

Which hadn't satisfied Buffy in the slightest.

Driving home an hour later, she had reached into his
jeans and taken a firm grip on his cock. Pumping her
hand up and down until she had him painfully hard,
she'd lowered her head to his lap and taken him into
her mouth, nearly causing him to run the car into a
tree.

Wanting to avoid what was sure to be a spectacularly
bad car crash, he had quickly pulled the car into the
empty parking lot of a bank, dragged her into the back
seat, and fucked her until his ears rang.

Three days later, in a rare fit of camaraderie over
a pitcher of beer, Spike had told Xander about what
they had done and about Buffy's new fits of nympho-
mania.

The only comment Xander had made was, "Please
tell me you're not complaining about this."

********************8

Spike was pulled abruptly out of his thoughts when
Buffy's obstetrician came into the room.

After the usual questions about vitamins, nutrition,
and plenty of rest, Buffy stretched out on the table
and submitted to the pelvic exam.

Spike didn't like this any better than she did. Whether
it was reasonable behavior or not, he absolutely hated
the idea of anyone besides himself being so inti-
mately familiar with Buffy's body, even her doctor.

But he forced himself to keep quiet, and stood next to
the exam table, holding her hand firmly in his.

Dr. Beaumont was quick and efficient with his exam. Drop-
ping the rubber gloves he'd used in the trash can, he
informed them that everything looked perfectly fine and
on schedule.

Buffy gasped when he squirted a cold glob of clear gel
onto his abdomen. He made an amused apology and
began moving the sonograph wand around.

"There's your baby," he announced. "Looking fine."

Spike and Buffy had stared at the screen, looked at
each other, then at the doctor. "Where?" they both
asked.

"Right...there," he replied, pointing out the baby's
head and limbs. "And here," he added, using a pen
to pinpoint the exact spot, "is the heart...beating like
a little drum."

"And everything looks good?" Spike asked, fascinated
by the tiny rhythmic flutter on the screen.

The doctor nodded. "Everything looks just about perfect,"
he said, freezing the image and handing Spike the picture
he took. "That's one gorgeous baby."

"That's because she has a gorgeous mother," Spike
said softly, kissing Buffy's forehead. "I love you," he
whispered, "so much."

She smiled up at him. "I love you, too."



TBC...

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