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Chapter 22


Spike propped his head on his hand and watched Buffy sleep. He gazed down at her, stroking her arm as she slumbered, taking her in. He was still trying to wrap his mind around all that she'd told him. His eyes traveled to the bite marks on her neck, assuring himself by the sight that she was still his. He was going to have to thank Whistler when he saw the demon again. Spike couldn't even wrap his mind around the idea of never having entered her life. What the hell would he have done with himself? Would he had ever found someone to love like he did her? He shook his head. The answer was no. She touched places in him that he was sure no other could touch. It was apparent to him from the start that she'd have him wrapped around her little finger in no time. Granted it took longer to convince her, but stubborn was her middle name. He'd known though, and that's why he'd fought for her so hard. And what was more, he knew she knew.

And now she was a Light Bringer, a descendant of Angels. Could she amaze him even more? He was so proud of her for how she was taking it. All in stride. She was the one who'd just found out she wasn't exactly human and she'd ended up comforting him. After what he'd done, he didn't expect anything from her.

"What's wrong?"

He hadn't noticed he'd been crying until she reached up and brushed his
tears away, studying him. "I was just thinking about . . .about what I did."

She shook her head. "Don't. It was a spell. I know you wouldn't ever cheat
on me like that baby."

"Never," he promised. "You're the only one for me. Always have been."

"What about Dru?" and her nose wrinkled at the thought.

He shook his head. "Buffy, kitten, if I had seen you while I was with Dru . . .
I'd still be here."

She smiled and caressed the side of his face.

"Unless of course you staked me first," he chuckled nervously.

"I don't think I would have. Something tells me that when you put your
mind to something, you inevitably get it."

He snorted. "Can't imagine where you got that idea from pet."

She rubbed her belly. "Neither can I," she giggled.

"I love that sound," he told her fondly.

"What sound?"

"You. Laughing, giggling. Haven't heard that in a long time."

She sighed heavily. "I know. I suppose that's what happens when the shit
hits the fan."

He chuckled and rested his head next to hers, biting gently on her earlobe.
He grinned when she shivered.

"Are you sad that it wasn't fated for us?" she asked gently.

"In a way yes. I like the idea that you were meant for just me."

"Well, the way I see it, that's how it really is. I mean, sure there was no
prophecy that said we HAD to be together, but according to Whistler, it was
never said that I had to love the vampire I was to be matched up with.
Only that he was my match when it came to fighting The Darkness. Our
hearts decreed that you and I were meant for each other." She rolled to her
side, facing him. "Spike, before when we were ‘just friends', I felt you with
me all the time. You were always more, in here," she placed her hand over
her heart, "I just didn't realize what it meant. I was too busy wanting to fall
in love that I think I was really in love with the idea of it. I didn't see what
was right in front of me. As clichéd as that sounds, its true. We were made
for each other because no one else can complete me the way you do. It's
like you finish me. You pick up where I left off and vice versa. And I mean,
you got your soul… you weren't supposed to get it. You were supposed to
be soulless and ruling the world with The Darkness. Someone up there,
aside from Whistler maybe, knew that not only were WE meant for more,
but YOU were. You were meant to be a hero, a champion, a savior."

His eyes were filled with tears.

She smiled. "You're blubbering like a girl," she teased.

"I'll show you girl," he growled and grabbed her against him, mindful of her
swollen stomach, and raised her leg over his hip. Teasing her entrance with
the tip of his cock, Buffy moaned at the sensation. The familiar feeling of
longing and need building inside her. Moving just right, she took him in, this
time surprising him.

They moved together, fluidly and yet languidly, building up the pleasure.
Murmuring to one another their love, Buffy held onto him, feeling her love
for him crash over her like a tidal wave. Without him by her side, she
wasn't sure she could have done any of it without giving up out of sheer
exhaustion and strain. When she fought, she fought for him, for them. Her
heart felt near bursting with the love she felt for him and she wondered if
there would ever be words enough to tell him.

"Buffy!" he exclaimed, halting his movements.

She blinked at him.

"Look!" he exclaimed and nodded his head to what little space they had
between them. What she saw made her eyes widen. From her heart and
extending out to meet Spike, appearing to spread over him was a brilliant
golden light with what looked like silver speckles in it. In a flash it hit her.

"I know how to get The Darkness out of Tara's body," she gasped.





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