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“What do you mean he left?!” exclaimed Buffy.

“He's not comin' here!” exclaimed Spike, shaking his finger. His pacing sped up.

“Well Buffy...he is a grown man. I can't rightly control him,” said Giles softly.

“Yes you can! Sit. On. Him.” she replied.

“Well, he said he wanted to be there for the big day. He wants to help. And you know how he is with--”

“Tell him to send a card!” she urged.

“Bloody hell!” exclaimed Spike, running his hands over his hair.

“Buffy. He's already left. I couldn't stop him. He'll most likely be there before the day is out.”

Buffy whimpered and looked to Spike.

Spike frowned and took the phone out of her hand. “Listen Rupes. We'll cut him off and send him back. He's bloody well not staying here! Not for five months!”

Xander, alarmed by the yelling, ran into the living room, doughnut in hand. “W'as the matter?” he asked, with a full mouth.

Buffy looked like she was going to start crying. Turning to Spike, she buried her head in his shoulder.

“Buffy? Spike? Listen, if you can send him back, do so. If you can't, I suggest just letting him help. He claimed to want to docu-”

“No! No bloody filming!” exlaimed Spike. Hanging up the phone, he patted Buffy's back and sighed. This was going to be hell.

“Uh...hello? What's going on?” repeated Xander.

Spike swallowed and looked at Xander. “Andrew's coming.”

Xander's mouth dropped and he turned back to the kitchen. “I need a beer.”

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The knock at the door caused everyone to panic. Buffy took off upstairs and Xander ran out the back door. That left Spike.

Swearing revenge, he took a deep sigh before opening the door. “Hello Andrew.”

Andrew stared at him for a minute in awe. Closing his mouth, he smiled wide. “Spike! So great to see you! How've you been?”

Spike held up a hand but was pushed aside as Andrew pushed his way in. He watched dumbfounded as the boy sat his bags down in the entryway. Pulling a shopping back out of his top bag, he swung back to Spike. “I brought English toffee! I thought Buffy might have a sweet tooth.”

“I'll give you a tooth,” grumbled Spike.

Setting the bag down, he put his hands on his hips. Looking towards the stairs, he asked, “So how is our gestating Slayer? Any complications? Urges? Mood swings?”

Spike thought to that afternoon and sighed. “I can think of a couple.”

Andrew stroked his chin. “Hmmm, do you know the causes? I'd like to see if there's any patterns. I brought my camera along--”

“No! No bloody camera!” exclaimed Spike. He swore the boy wasn't going to last five minutes. Someone was going to kill him. Preferably himself.

Andrew threw up his hands. “Spike...this is undocumented history! The Slayer pregnant by a Vampyre! One who has changed and become a force for good!”

“Not feeling so good right now,” he growled.

Andrew rolled his eyes and picked up his bags. “Well, I'm sorry you feel that way Spike. This time is very important. If you're going to be so moody, maybe we should talk later. Now, would you please show me to my room?”

Spike glared at him. He'd show him moody. He wanted to send him flying right back out the door, compliments of his boot to his ass. Stalking past him, he glowered. “Try filming Buffy and I'll laugh while she breaks your bloody camera.”

Andrew gave him a nervous grin. “No need to be hostile Spike. You won't even know I'm here.”

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Buffy groaned and flopped down on their bed. “He's cooking! English food!”

Spike glanced up from his book. “W'as that love?”

Gesturing towards the door, Buffy groaned again. “Andrew! I went downstairs because I was hungry. He took the chocolate out of my hand and told me that he was fixing duck! Duck! I don't like duck!”

“Have you ever had duck?” asked Spike mildly.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “No! But I've never had the urge to see what Daffy tastes like! I want my chocolate!” she pouted.

Spike turned a page and sighed. “Chocolate's not good for you anyway. Too much caffiene.”

Buffy slowly looked at him. “Don't you dare agree with him! He told me to try some black pudding! Black! Pudding!” Shuddering, she rolled away and started digging into her side drawer. “Ah-ha!” she exclaimed. Spike watched with interest as she unwrapped a Hershey bar. Taking a big bite, she moaed and leaned back against her pillows. His eyebrows flew upward as she started groaning and licking her fingers.

“Pet...it's just chocolate,” he mused, grinning.

Buffy moaned again. “No. It's not just chocolate. It's Hershey chocolate!” She frowned and smacked at Spike's hand as he reached for it. “Mine,” she growled.

Spike pouted and blinked his eyes at her. “I just want a little piece.” Buffy looked at her bar, then back to him. Spike stuck his lip out farther.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she groused. Tearing off half a piece, she handed it to him.

Spike looked at the piece in his hand, then back at her. She blinked innocent eyes at him and took another bite. Faster than she could blink, Spike pulled it from her hand. “Hey!”

Spike held it out of reach as she lundged for it. “You know what they say about chocolate Pet?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

“Take it away from a pregnant Slayer and die?”

Spike chuckled and flipped her back over. She landed on her back with a sigh, then folded her arms. Spike leaned over her and pushed his piece into her mouth. “They say that it releases the same endorphines as sex.” Buffy blushed and smiled. Spike arched an eyebrow. “Want to test it out?”

Leaning down, he captured her bottom lip and sucked on it. Chuckling softly, he repositioned himself over her and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Buffy sighed as he twined his tongue with hers, sucking the melting chocolate into his own mouth. Buffy grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. Pulling back, he smacked his lips together. “You know, I'm beginning to like chocolate myself.” Smiling down at her, he went back for the chocolate bar but paused.

Buffy frowned as he tilted his head softly, then jumped off the bed. Pulling his shirt off, he backed away towards the door. “Where are you going?” she asked, confused.

Spike flicked his tongue out at her as he backed away. “Andrew brought toffee.”

Buffy shook her head, confused.

Spike rubbed his hands together. “Wanna see how fast they melt?”

Buffy laughed and threw a pillow at him as he went out the door.

~~~~~~~~

“Kanjo mune naozarini kinen. Ura shi juusan. Kassha superu hitoshirenu”

The witch laughed as the smoke turned black and disapated. “Let's have fun.”


Chapter End Notes:
Translation: She will neglect memory. Back times thirteen. Block spell unseen.



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