Start, part Thirteen.
Ok, my lovelies, I borrowed a part from Angel-4-ever. Wanna know what part? Go read her stories. And it was w/ permission. So piss off any mean comments. You ARE free however, to read and review. Please. Btw, you g uys are great reviewers. I'm glad you like this so far. And... Excellent, mad props to Joy, who helped me through this, too. You girls rock. Thanks so much, and Joss? Can I have Spike for Easter? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase? lol jk He own it all, yada-da.
Thanks.
Tequila Sunrise
ps~ to LizD? Yes! I SAW THAT EPISODE TONITE! I WAS SO PURRING THE WHOLE TIME GOING, "KICK ANGEL'S ASS! YEAH!" and.. "omg... he's so fine... want him, want him want him...." Ahem! anyway....
The first thing they did was go to the Magic Box to talk to Giles. He had refrained from telling her anything because... well, he loved her. He wanted her happy. And he wanted her to resolve her problems because she wanted to. Not to prevent an apocalypse. If she was being too stubborn when it came time, well then, they'd deal with it.
After Spike and Buffy arrived, Giles and Anya went to discuss a new type of 'magic weed' that she had gotten imported from Brazil.
Buffy was leafing through a book, and stopped at a passage. Reread. Grinned. Her day was looking up.
Spike wasn't feeling the same way. Doubt ran through his mind. Even with Giles' reassurance... He felt bleak.
"Buffy?"
"Hmmm?" She shot him a grin.
"When you... When you were with Angel, was he ever in game face?"
Her mood left quickly, replaced with slight melancholy. "Yeah. Our first kiss. The time we... The only time we... And when he..." She looked at her hands, now in her lap, unconsciously twisted. "Not a lot scares me. But that did."
Spike raised his eyes to hers, letting his human fade, and his demon come to the fore. He felt his eyes flash, his teeth elongate, his forehead ridge. And still, what he felt didn't change. Angelus had perverted what Angel and Buffy had. Spike's demon couldn't do that.
"Do I frighten you, luv?"
She stared at the demon visage before her. "Your intensity scares me. Your loyalty scares me. The way I feel when you hold me scares me..." She ran a finger over his ridges, his nose, and touched his mouth that was revealing his fangs. "But I don't fear you."
To prove it to him, to prove it to herself, she leaned forward, pressed her lips to his forehead, surprised that no revulsion rolled through her. She kissed him tentatively, waiting for the pain she remembered when Angel kissed her with fangs.
There was none.
When Spike pulled away, he let his demon melt away and stared at Buffy.
"Do you trust me?" She echoed the question he had posed to her so many weeks ago.
He grinned, touched the necklace she still wore. "No." In his mind he was begging, 'Ask me to.'
She took a breath. "Will you?"
"Yes."
She stood, took his hand, and led him to the training room. Sat him down on a loveseat in the corner.
"I read a book today."
He arched a brow. "Oh. Good girl. Did it have pictures?"
"Nope. But it was neat. Said... what was it? Oh, vampire's love touch. To touch, and be touched... Pain senses are... dulled quite a bit... but... Extremely sensitive to other kinds of gentle touching."
He glanced nervously up at her. Repeated to himself, "Trust, trust trust..." Like a mantra. "Yeah?"
"Mmm...hmmm..." She leaned over, looked him in the eye, and slid her hands under his duster, under the dark tee-shirt, and…
For the first time in a hundred years, he unnecessarily held his breath.
She gently scratched at his ribs. Watched his eyes close, and laughed outright as his left foot started to thump the ground.
She stopped, and his eyes slid open at the lack of contact, his foot slowly stopping.
"Oh my gosh... Spike, that was too cute. You looked like a dog having it's belly rubbed."
He grinned complacently at her when she started scratching again. After a while, his foot stopped moving, and a low growl emanated from deep in his throat. His back arched, and Buffy moved her hand to the other side of his chest, still gently scratching.
"Spike..."
A moan met her comment.
"I want to..."
"Anythin', luv, just don't stop..."
She grinned. "I want a pony."
"Ohhhh... yeah... Right... mmmm... Buffy..." His blue eyes popped open. "A pony? How in blue blazes are we gonna *feed* it?"
Buffy laughed, and tentatively snuggled to his side. Her left hand lay at his stomach. She glanced at the ring she still wore and wondered why she had never taken it off. She fingered the gorgeous ring gently.
"Spike?"
He breathed in softly. She hadn't showered this morning, so her hair no longer smelled like her shampoo, but she smelled... Like Buffy. And he was glad no one could bottle her scent, because then he'd have to go about killing every bastard who would dare let their woman smell like his.
She nudged him. Again. "Spike?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"Did you... Did you kill your family like Angel did?"
His eyes, too, fell to the ring on Buffy's finger. "No. I figured that Spike had nothing to do with William, except hurting the people that hurt William. My- his family had never done anythin' but love him."
"Will you tell me about her?"
"My mum?"
"Yeah."
"She..." He thought for a moment, conjured her face, her voice to the fore. "was graceful. We were upper middle class. But my mum... she had more grace than any lady I'd ever met. She was smart. Always baking or sewing something. Never had anythin' but a kind word for people. She wasn't a saint. She reminded me of Joyce a bit. Joyce was stronger than my mother, though. No... she wasn't a saint. But she was a good woman."
"Spike?"
He looked down on the pixie he had taken to calling his. "Yeah?"
"I love... the.. the ring. It's gorgeous, and... I think it suits us. Me. Us."
He raised her hand off his stomach, kissed the ring, looked into her eyes and said throatily, "I love it, too. Now what do we have to do today?"
"Well... " She stood, pulled him up with her. "Would you like to see your baby?"
"Oh my.. bloody pissing hell! Are you in LABOR!?"
Buffy laughed. "No... They can... The baby shows up on a monitor."
He arched a brow. "Like a telley?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah.. something like that. My appointment is in half an hour... Can you drive us?"
"Absolutely. But we'll be going slow. Let's go say g'bye to the watcher and the demon. We've got a baby to look at."
End, part Thirteen.
Thanks for reading, and reviewing, guys. Really appreciate it. Next part should be up in a few days. PLEASE review, and read Angel-4- Ever and Joy's stuff. They are.... omg. Incredible.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Ok, my lovelies, I borrowed a part from Angel-4-ever. Wanna know what part? Go read her stories. And it was w/ permission. So piss off any mean comments. You ARE free however, to read and review. Please. Btw, you g uys are great reviewers. I'm glad you like this so far. And... Excellent, mad props to Joy, who helped me through this, too. You girls rock. Thanks so much, and Joss? Can I have Spike for Easter? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase? lol jk He own it all, yada-da.
Thanks.
Tequila Sunrise
ps~ to LizD? Yes! I SAW THAT EPISODE TONITE! I WAS SO PURRING THE WHOLE TIME GOING, "KICK ANGEL'S ASS! YEAH!" and.. "omg... he's so fine... want him, want him want him...." Ahem! anyway....
The first thing they did was go to the Magic Box to talk to Giles. He had refrained from telling her anything because... well, he loved her. He wanted her happy. And he wanted her to resolve her problems because she wanted to. Not to prevent an apocalypse. If she was being too stubborn when it came time, well then, they'd deal with it.
After Spike and Buffy arrived, Giles and Anya went to discuss a new type of 'magic weed' that she had gotten imported from Brazil.
Buffy was leafing through a book, and stopped at a passage. Reread. Grinned. Her day was looking up.
Spike wasn't feeling the same way. Doubt ran through his mind. Even with Giles' reassurance... He felt bleak.
"Buffy?"
"Hmmm?" She shot him a grin.
"When you... When you were with Angel, was he ever in game face?"
Her mood left quickly, replaced with slight melancholy. "Yeah. Our first kiss. The time we... The only time we... And when he..." She looked at her hands, now in her lap, unconsciously twisted. "Not a lot scares me. But that did."
Spike raised his eyes to hers, letting his human fade, and his demon come to the fore. He felt his eyes flash, his teeth elongate, his forehead ridge. And still, what he felt didn't change. Angelus had perverted what Angel and Buffy had. Spike's demon couldn't do that.
"Do I frighten you, luv?"
She stared at the demon visage before her. "Your intensity scares me. Your loyalty scares me. The way I feel when you hold me scares me..." She ran a finger over his ridges, his nose, and touched his mouth that was revealing his fangs. "But I don't fear you."
To prove it to him, to prove it to herself, she leaned forward, pressed her lips to his forehead, surprised that no revulsion rolled through her. She kissed him tentatively, waiting for the pain she remembered when Angel kissed her with fangs.
There was none.
When Spike pulled away, he let his demon melt away and stared at Buffy.
"Do you trust me?" She echoed the question he had posed to her so many weeks ago.
He grinned, touched the necklace she still wore. "No." In his mind he was begging, 'Ask me to.'
She took a breath. "Will you?"
"Yes."
She stood, took his hand, and led him to the training room. Sat him down on a loveseat in the corner.
"I read a book today."
He arched a brow. "Oh. Good girl. Did it have pictures?"
"Nope. But it was neat. Said... what was it? Oh, vampire's love touch. To touch, and be touched... Pain senses are... dulled quite a bit... but... Extremely sensitive to other kinds of gentle touching."
He glanced nervously up at her. Repeated to himself, "Trust, trust trust..." Like a mantra. "Yeah?"
"Mmm...hmmm..." She leaned over, looked him in the eye, and slid her hands under his duster, under the dark tee-shirt, and…
For the first time in a hundred years, he unnecessarily held his breath.
She gently scratched at his ribs. Watched his eyes close, and laughed outright as his left foot started to thump the ground.
She stopped, and his eyes slid open at the lack of contact, his foot slowly stopping.
"Oh my gosh... Spike, that was too cute. You looked like a dog having it's belly rubbed."
He grinned complacently at her when she started scratching again. After a while, his foot stopped moving, and a low growl emanated from deep in his throat. His back arched, and Buffy moved her hand to the other side of his chest, still gently scratching.
"Spike..."
A moan met her comment.
"I want to..."
"Anythin', luv, just don't stop..."
She grinned. "I want a pony."
"Ohhhh... yeah... Right... mmmm... Buffy..." His blue eyes popped open. "A pony? How in blue blazes are we gonna *feed* it?"
Buffy laughed, and tentatively snuggled to his side. Her left hand lay at his stomach. She glanced at the ring she still wore and wondered why she had never taken it off. She fingered the gorgeous ring gently.
"Spike?"
He breathed in softly. She hadn't showered this morning, so her hair no longer smelled like her shampoo, but she smelled... Like Buffy. And he was glad no one could bottle her scent, because then he'd have to go about killing every bastard who would dare let their woman smell like his.
She nudged him. Again. "Spike?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"Did you... Did you kill your family like Angel did?"
His eyes, too, fell to the ring on Buffy's finger. "No. I figured that Spike had nothing to do with William, except hurting the people that hurt William. My- his family had never done anythin' but love him."
"Will you tell me about her?"
"My mum?"
"Yeah."
"She..." He thought for a moment, conjured her face, her voice to the fore. "was graceful. We were upper middle class. But my mum... she had more grace than any lady I'd ever met. She was smart. Always baking or sewing something. Never had anythin' but a kind word for people. She wasn't a saint. She reminded me of Joyce a bit. Joyce was stronger than my mother, though. No... she wasn't a saint. But she was a good woman."
"Spike?"
He looked down on the pixie he had taken to calling his. "Yeah?"
"I love... the.. the ring. It's gorgeous, and... I think it suits us. Me. Us."
He raised her hand off his stomach, kissed the ring, looked into her eyes and said throatily, "I love it, too. Now what do we have to do today?"
"Well... " She stood, pulled him up with her. "Would you like to see your baby?"
"Oh my.. bloody pissing hell! Are you in LABOR!?"
Buffy laughed. "No... They can... The baby shows up on a monitor."
He arched a brow. "Like a telley?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah.. something like that. My appointment is in half an hour... Can you drive us?"
"Absolutely. But we'll be going slow. Let's go say g'bye to the watcher and the demon. We've got a baby to look at."
End, part Thirteen.
Thanks for reading, and reviewing, guys. Really appreciate it. Next part should be up in a few days. PLEASE review, and read Angel-4- Ever and Joy's stuff. They are.... omg. Incredible.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise