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Chapter 27 - Loving


Buffy and Spike said goodnight to Giles before bolting up the stairs to
check on the babies. Both were sound asleep in their bassinets. Though
they were still sleeping in their bassinets, Spike had convinced Buffy to
start putting them in their separate rooms to make it easier on them in the
long run.

Spike went to check on Brandon while Buffy went into Lauren’s room. She
jumped slightly when she felt strong arms encircle her waist. Spike stood
next to her, looking over her shoulder at their sleeping daughter.

“She looks just like you, you know,” he whispered into Buffy’s ear.

Buffy smiled, leaning back to rest her head against his strong chest. “Is
that good or bad?”

Spike turned Buffy around to face him, pushing her hair away from her
shoulders to gently cup her face. “That's very good,” he said with a soft
smile. “Until she starts dating, and then we’re going to have some problems
when she starts bringing boys home.”

“What if they’re like you?”

Buffy tried to suppress a laugh as Spike’s eyes nearly bugged out of his
head. “They bloody well better not be like me,” he said, more loudly than
he intended.

“You turned out alright,” Buffy said with a smile, glancing back at the baby,
who was beginning to squirm from the noise. Taking Spike’s hand, she led
him out into the hallway.

“I only turned out alright because I had you there to straighten me out.”

Buffy giggled. “So, you’re saying you’d be okay with it, as long as she
could straighten him out?”

Buffy laughed as Spike let out a growl, backing her into the wall as he put
one of his hands on each side of her head. “She’s not dating till she’s
thirty…or I’m dead. That might work out better for me.”

“I’m sure she won’t argue about that,” Buffy said sarcastically as she
wrapped her arms around his waist, propping her chin against his chest.

Both noticed the change in mood at the simple gesture. Spike’s hands left
the wall to soothingly run along her upper arms, staring deep into her eyes.
Leaning down, he captured her lips in a soft kiss, one hand slowly coming up
to her jaw as his lips glided over hers. Pulling away after a few moments,
Spike pressed his forehead to Buffy’s, breathing heavily as he tried to
control his arousal.

“Stay,” Buffy whispered, staring up at him.

“I always stay, luv,” he said quietly, not wanting to misinterpret the
meaning of her words.

“Spend the night with me...please,” she added, looking at him with hopeful
eyes.

“Are you sure, Buffy?”

Her hands slowly began sliding up his chest, coming to lock behind his neck.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said softly, pulling his head
down to hers for another kiss.

* * * * *

Spike watched as Buffy slowly sat down on her bed, taking him by the hand to
pull him toward her. He hadn’t felt this nervous since his first time, and
he couldn’t figure out why. He had obviously been with Buffy before, but
something about tonight felt different.

Spike crawled the length of her body and lay down at her side, facing Buffy
and rubbing lazy circles along her back, both enjoying the intimacy of just
being with each other. Slowly, her lips met his in a passionate kiss as she
pushed away from the bed, never letting her lips leave his.

Spike moaned as Buffy straddled him, his hands automatically going to her
thighs and gripping them harder than he intended as her body arched against
his. Both were still fully clothed, but the friction they were causing each
other was slowly making them crazy with lust.

Buffy’s hands traveled to the buttons of Spike’s shirt, slowly working on
each one until the shirt fell away from his chest. Her hands began stroking
the strong muscles, smiling against his lips when she felt the effect she
was having on him.

Before Buffy knew what was happening, she found her shirt stripped off as
Spike flipped them to lay on top of her. Sitting up slightly, he let his
own shirt fall to the floor as he slid Buffy’s pants down her legs, leaving
her in a black lace thong and bra.

Spike frowned when he saw Buffy try and modestly cover her body. Quickly
meeting his lips with hers, he pulled back and stared in her eyes. “What’s
wrong, luv? You don’t have to be nervous with me.”

Buffy looked down, embarrassed as she traced a finger along his chest. “I
look different now.”

Spike’s eyes widened in realization before pulling back to gently run his
hands over her exposed skin. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, kissing
her again as he let one hand slip around to unhook her bra. “You’ve never
looked more desirable, Buffy,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he
moved further down to remove her thong. Spike stood from the bed to rid
himself of the rest of his clothes as he stared at her nude body. It was
true- she had never looked more beautiful to him. Her breasts were more
full, her hips had a slight curve to them that hadn’t been there before, and
her skin seemed to glow.

Spike lay back down, letting his hands follow the direction of his eyes as he
glided him over her body, smiling when she moaned and arched against him.
Settling himself between her legs, he tenderly caressed her cheek. “No
chance of getting pregnant this time?” he asked with a slight smile.

Buffy smiled as she shook her head. “No, not this time.”

Spike bent his head to kiss along the column of her neck. “Good,” he
whispered between kisses, pulling back to look at her again. “Because I
love those two, but I don’t want another one in nine months.”

Buffy giggled, pulling him back down for a kiss as her hands ran through his
hair, loosening it from the confining hold of the gel and freeing the curls.

Breaking away for air, Spike tried to control his breathing. “It’s safe?”
he asked in a worried tone.

“Spike, I just told you-“

“No,” Spike said, shaking his head. “I mean, is it safe for us to be doing
this? Because of the surgery?”

“It’s safe,” she said quietly, arching her hips slightly to meet his, both
gasping as they felt him begin to penetrate her folds.

Spike slid forward, dropping his head to rest on Buffy’s shoulder, as he
tried to control his desire. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in
this woman, but he had to force himself to wait.

Buffy moaned as she raised her body, effectively imbedding him fully inside
of her as they began rocking slowly together. Spike pulled back to stare
into her eyes as they both tried to regulate their breathing. He tightened
his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to delay the orgasm that was
already building.

Buffy reached up to gently touch Spike’s cheek, causing him to open his eyes
again. Both stared at each other, never feeling this amount of intimacy
before as they moved together. Spike began to steadily pick up his pace,
feeling satisfaction course through him at the obvious pleasure he was
causing her.

Buffy’s hands clutched at Spike’s shoulders as she struggled to maintain eye
contact, neither wanting to lose the connection to the other. Spike let his
hands slide around to her back, pulling her closer to his body, not wanting
to let go.

Spike smiled when he felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she
gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow, clenching her inner muscles
around him as a mini-orgasm coursed through her body. She panted for air as
her eyelids fluttered open, meeting his gaze again.

After a few more minutes, Spike began pushing harder into her body, knowing
he wouldn’t last much longer but wanting to send her over the edge one more
time. Meeting her lips again in a tender kiss, Spike pulled back to press
his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he whispered.

Buffy’s eyes widened before pulling him back down for another kiss. After
a moment, they broke away. “I love you, too,” she said softly, seconds
before she felt the explosion course through her body. Writhing underneath
him as Spike sped up his thrusts, she cried out in ecstasy as he spilled
himself within her.

Spike felt his body go limp, careful not to crush Buffy as he rolled them
slightly, still connected to each other as they lay side by side. Buffy
stared at him with glazed eyes as he traced her cheeks, letting his hand
trail down her body to rest on the curve of her hip.

“I love you, so much,” he said, delighting in the smile that lit up her
face.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Spike smiled, neither making a move to separate themselves, both enjoying
the closeness they were sharing. Spike wrapped his arms around her body,
pulling her closer as she snuggled closer to him. After a few minutes, they
both drifted off to sleep, each feeling more content than they had in a
year.





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