Chapter Twenty-Seven- Something Red

Buffy took a long, refreshing shower. The hot water seemed to wash away all the anxiety she had been harboring for the past two days. Now that everything had settled down she could let herself relax. She took the soap and lathered her body. It was so soothing that she let out a moan.

She leaned against the wall and let the spray hit her full force. Her hands roamed to her middle, lingering there.

“It’s all right, Alexi. Everything is all right now,” she whispered.

She almost expected her daughter to answer with a kick, but nothing happened. She was a little disappointed. The subtle fluttering yesterday had been the first sign of movement baby Alexis had given to the outside world.

When the water began to grow cold, Buffy reluctantly got out. She wrapped a white towel around her. It barely fit anymore. She frowned. It was about time to go shopping. She needed maternity clothes and larger towels.

She crept out of the bathroom and down the hall to her room. She opened the door and stepped inside. The only light came from the small bedside lamp. Spike lay under the covers, his eyes closed. He stirred, sensing her presence.

“Nice shower?” he inquired.

A smile formed on her lips. “Yep. Very revitalizing. I feel . . . energized. I could stay awake all night and do . . . things.” Her smile turned into a smirk.

He sat up at that.

She slowly moved toward the bed. Her gaze scanned over his form. “Are you naked under there?”

He offered her a smirk identical to her own. “Might be. Why don’t you come find out?”

She went to him, hovering. Her hand slipped under the sheets. It groped, finding its target. She gave it a squeeze.

“Baby wants to play, does she? You’re a very bad girl, ya know slayer.”

“When I want to be.”

Spike grabbed her. He swung her on the bed, making her squeal. He tugged the towel away. Exposed, her green eyes sparkling up at him.

Warm hands slid over her still wet skin. “Luscious.” He kissed her bulging belly.

“Don’t tease,” Buffy said. “I’m fat and you know it.”

“Nonsense. I love you like this,” he replied.

“Like a beached whale?”

“Like the beautiful mother of my child you are. The bringer of life.”

There was nothing she could think of to say to that. He saw her as some sort of life-giving goddess.

Spike took hold of her hips and spread them apart. He must have liked what he saw, for a look of triumph spread over his face. He bent down, his tongue delving into her. She let out a gasp, clutching the sheets.

“Oh God,” she breathed.

He licked and sucked at her juices, his tongue moving just right. She squirmed in perfect torture. Finally she lost control. Spasms hit her in an explosion.

“Enjoy that, baby?” Spike asked.

Buffy couldn’t possibly tell him how much. So she simply nodded instead.

Spike shifted his attention to her breasts. They were fuller now and very delectable. He began to rub them. Then he bit down on a tender nipple.

Buffy could have lost all thought. She was tempted to let him ravage her, falling into oblivion. But this wasn’t supposed to be about her. She had decided that that night was for him. This was the night they would make love.

When Buffy halted his ministrations, Spike was confused. She stared up at him with a look he had never seen before. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure it out.

Buffy reached up and stroked the side of his cheek.

The slayer took charge. She traded positions with him, dominating the top. She explored his body, paying attention to every inch. She had always thought of him as remarkably good-looking. Yet she had never taken him all in. He wasn’t just good-looking- He was a god.

Buffy kissed his chest. She breathed him in. He smelled good. Not from cologne. No, Spike had his own scent. A scent all his own.

Meanwhile, Spike lay there, not daring to move. He couldn’t understand what was going on. Buffy had never acted this way before. She usually let him do most of the work. She had always hurried the business along too. Well, not so much the last couple months. Not since she had decided to try and love him. Still, this was different. She was extra attentive.

Spike studied his slayer with curiosity.

After absorbing the entire plane of him, Buffy lifted. Her golden locks spilled over her shoulder. Spike couldn’t help but comb his fingers through.

She fit between his legs, preparing herself. She got into place, his cock meeting her entrance. She slipped inside. She took her time, putting them in delicious agony. He filled her passage, going in deeper and deeper, until they were completely joined.

Buffy gyrated. In . . . out. In . . . out. Over and over. They rocked together in unison. Their breathing quickened. The world fell away, everything becoming a haze. There was only them.

In . . . out. In . . . out. In out. In out. IN OUT. IN OUT.

Their bodies merged together faster. Slamming together. It hurt. They ached with pleasure. Moans, cries, and groans escaped their throats.

Buffy could feel herself come to the edge. She was about to plummet. Her mind didn’t want to work. But as she came crashing down she was able to mutter a coherent sentence.

“I love you.”

It was perfect timing. It made Spike lose control as well.

Clinging together, sweaty and sated, Spike met her eyes. He couldn’t believe it. That look. He knew now what that look meant. Love. It was love. For him.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” Spike said.

“I wouldn’t mind, but can I say ewww. I just took a shower and am in definite need of another one.”

“Just a wishful thought is all.”

She smiled.

“So, did you mean it?”

“You don’t believe me? I love you, Spike. I really do.”

He cupped her face. “I believe you, luv. Wanted to hear you say it again.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” she muttered repeatedly.

Spike silenced her with his mouth. Eventually he pulled away.

“So, you need a shower again.” He waggled an eyebrow at her. “Need some company this time round?”

“That might be arranged,” she answered.

A yawn hit her. “Or. . . Maybe in the morning.”

“Sleep, pet. The baby’s asleep. Don’t want to wake her with the jostling. Besides, ya need your rest too.”

Buffy snuggled against him. “Mmmm, I love you.”

“Never get tired of hearing it,” Spike told her.

“Good. Then I won’t stop saying it.”

The room was quiet for a few moments. Buffy was beginning to drift off when Spike spoke.

“Marry me.”

Buffy’s eyes shot open.

“What!?”

He lifted himself on an elbow.

“Marry me,” he reiterated.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?”

He was completely serious. She could read it from his voice and his expression. He really wanted to marry her.

“I . . .” Buffy began. She couldn’t finish because she didn’t know what she had been about to say.

“Why shouldn’t we? I’ve been wanting to be your husband since the first moment I learned you were pregnant. Maybe it’s the Victorian William in me. Hell, even before that I would have tied the knot if I thought I had a chance. I’m human now, or at least mostly. You said that you loved me back. Everything that stood in our way is gone. So, Buffy Summers, I ask again. . . Marry me?”

“Oh my God!”

Buffy bolted up into a sitting position.

“Oh my God,” she said again, this time softer.

Spike nodded his head. “It’s okay. Take your time answering. No rush.”

The abrupt movement must have awoken the baby. Buffy felt a foot hit her inner wall.

“Oh my God,” Buffy burst out again, but this time for a totally different reason.

She grabbed Spike’s hand and brought it to her stomach. Baby Alexis continued to kick, rippling her skin.

Spike froze, gaping at Buffy’s hand holding his in place over where their child dwelled. At first he couldn’t comprehend it all. And then the miracle of life hit Spike hard. Tears built up in his blue eyes. Spike, aka William the Bloody, cried from awe.

Buffy watched the whole display with an expanded heart. Spike looked like a child. He seemed innocent and anew.

A feeling rose up inside Buffy. It was one she couldn’t detect. It fore passed that of love. It went even deeper than that.

This was her family. Spike, the baby, and her. They were all connected. One.

“Yes,” Buffy whispered.

Spike blinked, coming out of his daze. “What’s that?”

“Yes,” Buffy said louder. She felt tears sting her own eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

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Can’t call me the Angst Queen anymore. : )