[Reviews - 304]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 3703 times

- Text Size +




Chapter Five

"'Oh.'? Is that all you have to say after you drank almost a full cup of blood without even noticing?" Spike pointed at her. "I see how you're eyeing it. You still want some."

She raised her chin defiantly. "No, I don't." She met his eyes and felt a
tremble start to course through her. She drank blood. BLOOD. And what
was more, she barely even noticed and she LIKED it. She remembered a
long time ago, when they'd first started hanging out outside of patrol, she'd
been to his place and accidentally took a sip of his blood and she'd sputtered
and gagged. It had turned her stomach so greatly, she'd taken to bringing
her own drink when visiting Spike's despite his protests he could buy her a
liter of Coke to keep in the fridge.

So, needless to say it was disconcerting to know she'd drink the cup and
was fine with it. She placed her hand over her belly. "The baby," she said,
realization settling in. "It has to be the baby."

Spike's shoulders sagged. "She's going to be vampire?" he sounded so
despondent. Interesting, Buffy thought.

"I don't know, but it's not so far fetched to think she maybe half vampire
at least." She poked him in the arm. "And we don't know the sex yet."

"Minor technicality at a time like this. I want to know what our baby is
going to be – a vampire or a human. We need to find out Buffy."

"Oh really? Do you think so?" she asked rhetorically in mock innocence,
the sarcasm nearly dripping.

Spike gave her a glare. "What's gotten into you? Why are you acting like
this?"

Good question. "Because I'm stressed out! Hi, I just drank blood! And . . .
other stuff. . . " she trailed off.

He narrowed his eyes. "Other stuff? Giles other stuff or something else
other stuff?"

She averted her gaze from his, making faces as she tried to come up with
the best way to tell him. For crying out loud, she felt like one of those
annoying, scheming heroines on a soap opera who kept the most inane
secrets from their lovers and then months later it ended up blowing up in
their faces and they ended up losing their lover. She wouldn't lose Spike
though . . . would she? Get a grip Buffy. You're mated, that's forever. Didn't
mean he couldn't hate her though. The fear in that idea gripped her. Being
mated didn't mean he had to love her still.

"Buffy, I'm waiting," he was losing the patience battle, she could tell.

"All right. Yes, there is something else. I've been having dreams."

"Dreams?"

"Yeah. . . "

"Did you want to elaborate or am I supposed to guess."

She gave him a look. "Smart ass."

"Stop stalling and just tell me."

"I've been dreaming that I've become immortal," she blurted out. There,
it was out there. Now Giles and her conscience could kindly get off her back.
However, from the look on Spike's face – jaw clenching, not a good sign – it
looked as if he was about to get on her back.

"You've been dreaming WHAT?" "That I've become immortal. I don't
know if it's true, if it's just a dream or if it's something that's happening—"

"How long have you been having this dream Buffy?"

She started to fidget under his heated gaze. "Not long," she said on a quiet
whimper.

"How long, Buffy."

"A month."

He threw his hands up in the air. "And you're just telling me now?" he
exploded in exasperation.

"I didn't want to worry you! I wanted to figure out what it meant first
before I cried wolf!"

"What happened to not keeping secrets? Remember what happened last
time you kept a whopper from me?"

"What are you gonna do? Bite me again? It's consensual now remember?"

His expression darkened even more. Good move, Buffy. Piss him off while
you're trying to tell him what you've been keeping from him. "Spike, look,
I'm sorry okay? I know how you worry, especially now, and I just wanted
to see what I came up with before I started blabbing—"

"Giles knows though, right?"

"Well . . . yeah."

"Of course. Why wouldn't he know? He gets to know everything before me. And what am I? Just your mate and your husband, right?"

"Don't even start that crap with me! I only told Giles first so he could help
me figure it out." She pointed at him accusingly. "You didn't tell me about
your job!"

"Can't even bloody compare the two Buffy and you damn well know it.
We're talking about your LIFE here Buffy!"

"Or lack thereof," she said matter of factly.

"I don't even bloody know what to say to you right now!"

"That's a first."

"You're pushing your luck little girl," he growled at her.

Instantly her eyes welled up in tears. Not now, she thought, please not
now.

"Did you find anything out?" he asked, calmly now.

"No. Giles gave me an exercise to do before bed tonight and I was
planning on trying it out."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Tonight."

"Do you mean that or are you just trying to cover your ass?"

"I meant it," she told him through clenched teeth.

He walked away from her and went to the fridge, taking out a beer. He
sighed heavily and slammed it on the counter. Buffy jumped a mile and
watched him just stand there, his back to her. The silence was deafening.

"I'm sorry, Spike," she whispered. "Please talk to me."

"It's not me you have to worry about apparently. You're the one who
keeps things from me. STILL."

Creeping up to him, she rested her head on his back. "Tell me what I can
do to make it better."

When he turned, he took her in his arms desperately and buried his face in
her neck. She held onto him and was surprised to feel her shoulder
becoming wet from tears. She stroked his back gently, unsure of what to do
or what to say. He took her uncertainty out of her hands in the next
instant. Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist
instinctively, wondering what he was doing. He began placing hot open
mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone. Sittingher down on the
table, she started to pull back, but he grabbed her closer to him, letting out
a small growl. She looked up at him and saw the desire flooding his eyes.

"Spike—" she started but he stopped her with a hungry kiss. She held onto
his shoulders as his hand found its way between them and inched inside her
pants. She hissed as his cool fingers found her core and flicked her clit. She
let out a small scream of pleasure and buried her face in his neck.

In the next instant her pants were gone. When she heard the rip of her
panties she jumped and looked up at him.

"No one is taking you from me," he told her, his voice rumbling with
possession and desire.

Before she could respond, he kissed her and thrust into her depths. She
wrapped her arms around him, startled by the sudden entrance of him
inside her.

"Am I hurting you? Did I hurt you?" he asked his voice awash with
concern.

She shook her head, unable to think beyond how ridiculous it was to ask
her that now.

He cradled her close against him as he thrust, as if afraid of letting an inch

of their skin lose contact, as if that meant she'd disappear.

The pressure was building inside her, the heat of impending orgasm
unfurling itself in her belly and stretching.

"Come with me," he rasped as he moved harder and faster. "Come with me
Buffy!"

He bit down on his mark on her neck and she came in an instant, her eyes
rolling in the back of her head as his seed flooded inside her. "You're mine.
Mine and no is ever going to take you from me!" He held himself still,
holding her close to him as she slowly came back down to Earth.

"Are you all right?" he asked her softly, his words muffled by her skin as
he buried his face back into her neck.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm sorry."

She blinked. "For?"

"I acted like an animal. I took you like one . . . I'm sorry."

She stroked his back gently, "I'm okay Spike. In case you missed it, I
enjoyed it."

"You were surprised."

"Yes," she admitted. "But I love you and I love making love with you."

He finally showed her his face, tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I
just get so scared at the idea of anything happening to you Buffy and when
you tell me that you have these dreams of being immortal . . . what does
that mean? Do you have to die first for that to happen? When? How long?
Just the idea of it . . . and the baby. What will happen to our baby?

"Spike I don't have the answers. That's why I wanted to find out
something before I told you. Because, look, you're so upset and I hate to see
you like this."

"You can't keep anything from me, baby. That hurts more, don't you see
that?"

"I'm sorry, I am. Please forgive me."

Leaning in he kissed her slowly, languidly. "I forgive you anything; you
should know that by now."

Pulling him closer she kissed him. Still joined, he started to move inside
her, slowly this time. She met his thrusts and enjoyed the feel of him
moving within her. When they came this time, it was a slow buildup that
had them holding on tight, murmuring loving words to each other and
caressing each other gently.

"Don't ever leave me," Spike whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

"Never," she promised on a whisper.







Thank you so much for the reviews guys! It means a lot to me...I'm really excited by this story and the plans I have for it...I hope you'll stay with me on their adventure!





You must login (register) to review.