Start, Part 14
Sorry this has taken so long.... I was completely uninspired until faced with cleaning the whole house. lol I own nothing. Next part will prolly not be up till Firday or Monday, earliest. thanks for being such great reviewers. Angel-4-ever, Thanks for liking the one I do'nt have the guts to post.
Tequila Sunrise
Spike chased Buffy into the house, yelling after her. "I bloody well said you're NOT patrolling anymore! Don't like it, too pissing bad for YOU!"
She waited until he was safely inside, slamming the door behind them. "I am the Chosen One. Note the capital C, and O. Averted numerous apocalypses, died and been brought back TWICE. A little pregnancy.... I CAN HANDLE!"
"Yes, you can. ALIVE. WITHOUT PATROLLING."
"GET OUT OF MY FACE ABOUT IT!"
Grabbing her by her shoulders, he slammed her against the closet door. "Not when it comes to my baby, Slayer. I know you can handle it. I know you're strong. But one good kick... Three good pokes... our baby is gone. And I love you too much to let that happen. End of discussion. The Big Bad has spoken." He smirked at her. "Note the capital B's. And I'm older. I'm pullin' rank."
"Then who's gonna patrol, Spike?"
"Me an' the Poof. At least he'll be makin' himself useful. Always was a freeloadin' wanker."
Angel and Dru walked into the breezeway, Angel remarking, "Geez, Spike, I wasn't even there to defend my name. Buffy, we need to talk."
"No, you don't, you damn wanker. She needs to sleep. And you and I need to talk."
Druscilla weaved back and forth, saying in a sing-song voice, "We're going to leave... To the pretty mansion you wouldn't buy me."
Angel looked abashedly at Dru, then Buffy. "That's basically what I wanted to tell you."
"Ok, but what-"
"Great! And lovely! And bullocks! I don't give a damn where you live, but *you*, Peaches, are gonna help me patrol. Cuz Buffy isn't gonna do it anymore."
Angel nodded, in complete agreement with his childe. "Good idea. We wouldn't even let Darla out to feed when she hit her fifth month. But, Dru and I are gonna go through the tunnels to the mansion... it's getting a little crowded, so we thought, the sooner the better."
"You're not kidding me." Spike's darkly muttered words were glared at by all.
"Uhh... Well, we are gonna leave come nightfall, I just wanted to tell you." he directed his civil words at Buffy. "Do you think you can get Druscilla some cake? Spike can help me with some baggage."
Nodding, she watched the two men go back into the basement, took a deep breath, and helped Dru find some Little Debbie cakes.
"I'm not 'elpin you with anything, ya poofter." Spike muttered, disgruntled.
Angel turned from the cot where he was backing a small bag, to shake his head disgustedly at his childe. "What is up your ass?"
"Not you!" They both looked shocked at what he had said, and Spike hurriedly continued, "Buffy wants to keep patrolling."
Angel rolled his eyes. "Of course she does. She's the best, no one can do it better than Buffy. Someone other than her could get hurt..."
Spike grinned at his sire's sarcastic words, and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. Lighting one, he dragged deeply on it.
"Long day?"
"No... Well, yeah, but... I haven't smoked since we found out... and... Well, bullocks! They're my cigarette's! But... Eh...." He toed it out. "I feel bad even thinking the smoke is gonna drift upstairs. It makes her nauseas." Running a hand through his hair, he sneered at Angel. "What kinda hair mousse you use, Peaches? I'm turning into you.... may as well look like it." He looked his sire over. "Except for those dumbassed clothes."
Angel just arched his brow at Spike, knowing this conversation would never go any further than Spike wanted it to. He pushed the bag at him. "Take it to the tunnels."
Nodding once, he went out the one exit in the basement he was sure Buffy knew nothing of. When he returned, Angel was in a death-like slumber on a cot away from the sun. Apparently, Buffy had deposited Dru in the same manner, sleeping, curled slightly towards Angel.
He wandered upstairs, to find Buffy pushing ground hamburger around a skillet, browning it. Then he remembered. Taco night. Walking up behind Buffy, Spike place his hands gently on her stomach, rubbing softly.
He nuzzled the side of her neck, feeling wonder at the memory of seeing his baby girl on the screen at the doctor's. He placed a kiss on the curve of her neck and shoulder, whispered in her ear, "You are so beautiful..."
Buffy pulled away slightly. "Stop it." The tears she didn't want to fall did.
Stunned, more than a piece hurt, he did. "Stop what?"
She turned to face him. "You're making it too easy."
"Making WHAT too easy?" Angering quickly, he ran his hands through his hair.
Buffy stared at him, taking in his blue eyes, his blatantly dyed hair, and his incredible hands.
"It's too easy to love you."
He made a noise in his throat, tossed his hands up in the air. "What's WRONG with that?? That's what I want." He went to reach for her, continuing, "For it to be easy for you to love me..."
She backed away from his open arms. "No. It's wrong." She wrapped her arms around herself. "You'll leave. It'll be harder to heal. Every time it gets harder... It hurts more... If you left..." She spread her hands wide, trying to find the words. "I'd die for sure."
Spike's hands clenched. "What does it TAKE, Buffy!? I LOVE YOU! All right? *I* *love* *YOU*. I'm not going anywhere. I'm even... Turning HUMAN for you! For our baby. So I can always be here. So you'll never have a reason to say goodbye, Buffy. I'm so scared. But I know this..." he gestured to the air between them, "this is real. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
He grabbed her hand, ignoring her struggle to get free. Slammed it against his chest. "What is that, Buffy?"
She answered meekly, "A heartbeat."
His hold on her hand grew gentle, he stroked her hand and arm to the elbow and back. "That's right, luv... And I'm the only man in history that can truthfully say my heart beats for you. All I want to do is love you, Buffy... Let me."
Recalling Angel's words to her, to let Spike love her because he knew how, echoed through her head. She took a deep breath, and went into his arms, letting him hug her, sniffle her hair. She smiled. It was familiar, but never... common. He turned her from her thoughts, pushed her towards the stove.
"Niblet'll kill you for burnin' her taco's." He stepped behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. She hadn't admitted she loved him. That still hurt a little bit. But she had walked willingly into his arms. Let him hold her in the sunlight. He smiled, thinking that she even shared a problem with him. They were making progress...
And she would admit her love before their baby was born. He vowed it.
TBC.... Sorry, I just always wanted to do that. More later. Any ideas? Dreams??? Let me know.
Tequila
Sorry this has taken so long.... I was completely uninspired until faced with cleaning the whole house. lol I own nothing. Next part will prolly not be up till Firday or Monday, earliest. thanks for being such great reviewers. Angel-4-ever, Thanks for liking the one I do'nt have the guts to post.
Tequila Sunrise
Spike chased Buffy into the house, yelling after her. "I bloody well said you're NOT patrolling anymore! Don't like it, too pissing bad for YOU!"
She waited until he was safely inside, slamming the door behind them. "I am the Chosen One. Note the capital C, and O. Averted numerous apocalypses, died and been brought back TWICE. A little pregnancy.... I CAN HANDLE!"
"Yes, you can. ALIVE. WITHOUT PATROLLING."
"GET OUT OF MY FACE ABOUT IT!"
Grabbing her by her shoulders, he slammed her against the closet door. "Not when it comes to my baby, Slayer. I know you can handle it. I know you're strong. But one good kick... Three good pokes... our baby is gone. And I love you too much to let that happen. End of discussion. The Big Bad has spoken." He smirked at her. "Note the capital B's. And I'm older. I'm pullin' rank."
"Then who's gonna patrol, Spike?"
"Me an' the Poof. At least he'll be makin' himself useful. Always was a freeloadin' wanker."
Angel and Dru walked into the breezeway, Angel remarking, "Geez, Spike, I wasn't even there to defend my name. Buffy, we need to talk."
"No, you don't, you damn wanker. She needs to sleep. And you and I need to talk."
Druscilla weaved back and forth, saying in a sing-song voice, "We're going to leave... To the pretty mansion you wouldn't buy me."
Angel looked abashedly at Dru, then Buffy. "That's basically what I wanted to tell you."
"Ok, but what-"
"Great! And lovely! And bullocks! I don't give a damn where you live, but *you*, Peaches, are gonna help me patrol. Cuz Buffy isn't gonna do it anymore."
Angel nodded, in complete agreement with his childe. "Good idea. We wouldn't even let Darla out to feed when she hit her fifth month. But, Dru and I are gonna go through the tunnels to the mansion... it's getting a little crowded, so we thought, the sooner the better."
"You're not kidding me." Spike's darkly muttered words were glared at by all.
"Uhh... Well, we are gonna leave come nightfall, I just wanted to tell you." he directed his civil words at Buffy. "Do you think you can get Druscilla some cake? Spike can help me with some baggage."
Nodding, she watched the two men go back into the basement, took a deep breath, and helped Dru find some Little Debbie cakes.
"I'm not 'elpin you with anything, ya poofter." Spike muttered, disgruntled.
Angel turned from the cot where he was backing a small bag, to shake his head disgustedly at his childe. "What is up your ass?"
"Not you!" They both looked shocked at what he had said, and Spike hurriedly continued, "Buffy wants to keep patrolling."
Angel rolled his eyes. "Of course she does. She's the best, no one can do it better than Buffy. Someone other than her could get hurt..."
Spike grinned at his sire's sarcastic words, and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. Lighting one, he dragged deeply on it.
"Long day?"
"No... Well, yeah, but... I haven't smoked since we found out... and... Well, bullocks! They're my cigarette's! But... Eh...." He toed it out. "I feel bad even thinking the smoke is gonna drift upstairs. It makes her nauseas." Running a hand through his hair, he sneered at Angel. "What kinda hair mousse you use, Peaches? I'm turning into you.... may as well look like it." He looked his sire over. "Except for those dumbassed clothes."
Angel just arched his brow at Spike, knowing this conversation would never go any further than Spike wanted it to. He pushed the bag at him. "Take it to the tunnels."
Nodding once, he went out the one exit in the basement he was sure Buffy knew nothing of. When he returned, Angel was in a death-like slumber on a cot away from the sun. Apparently, Buffy had deposited Dru in the same manner, sleeping, curled slightly towards Angel.
He wandered upstairs, to find Buffy pushing ground hamburger around a skillet, browning it. Then he remembered. Taco night. Walking up behind Buffy, Spike place his hands gently on her stomach, rubbing softly.
He nuzzled the side of her neck, feeling wonder at the memory of seeing his baby girl on the screen at the doctor's. He placed a kiss on the curve of her neck and shoulder, whispered in her ear, "You are so beautiful..."
Buffy pulled away slightly. "Stop it." The tears she didn't want to fall did.
Stunned, more than a piece hurt, he did. "Stop what?"
She turned to face him. "You're making it too easy."
"Making WHAT too easy?" Angering quickly, he ran his hands through his hair.
Buffy stared at him, taking in his blue eyes, his blatantly dyed hair, and his incredible hands.
"It's too easy to love you."
He made a noise in his throat, tossed his hands up in the air. "What's WRONG with that?? That's what I want." He went to reach for her, continuing, "For it to be easy for you to love me..."
She backed away from his open arms. "No. It's wrong." She wrapped her arms around herself. "You'll leave. It'll be harder to heal. Every time it gets harder... It hurts more... If you left..." She spread her hands wide, trying to find the words. "I'd die for sure."
Spike's hands clenched. "What does it TAKE, Buffy!? I LOVE YOU! All right? *I* *love* *YOU*. I'm not going anywhere. I'm even... Turning HUMAN for you! For our baby. So I can always be here. So you'll never have a reason to say goodbye, Buffy. I'm so scared. But I know this..." he gestured to the air between them, "this is real. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
He grabbed her hand, ignoring her struggle to get free. Slammed it against his chest. "What is that, Buffy?"
She answered meekly, "A heartbeat."
His hold on her hand grew gentle, he stroked her hand and arm to the elbow and back. "That's right, luv... And I'm the only man in history that can truthfully say my heart beats for you. All I want to do is love you, Buffy... Let me."
Recalling Angel's words to her, to let Spike love her because he knew how, echoed through her head. She took a deep breath, and went into his arms, letting him hug her, sniffle her hair. She smiled. It was familiar, but never... common. He turned her from her thoughts, pushed her towards the stove.
"Niblet'll kill you for burnin' her taco's." He stepped behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. She hadn't admitted she loved him. That still hurt a little bit. But she had walked willingly into his arms. Let him hold her in the sunlight. He smiled, thinking that she even shared a problem with him. They were making progress...
And she would admit her love before their baby was born. He vowed it.
TBC.... Sorry, I just always wanted to do that. More later. Any ideas? Dreams??? Let me know.
Tequila