Description: Buffy's not feeling well, Spike won't go away, and Dawn knows
more that she should. The Scoobies lives are about to be changed forever.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
** Author's Notes: This chapter's got some Angel bashing, and if you're an Angel fan, I'm sorry, but I had to do it! **
"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike asked, breaking the passionate embrace that he and Buffy had shared only seconds ago. Perking his ears towards the kitchen, he listened but all he heard were muffled voices.
"Spike?" Buffy asked in a bemused voice, "How often do I let you kiss me in front of my friends?"
He pondered for a second before answered. "Never?"
"Exactly. So then why are you not kissing me now that I give you the chance?"
A coy smile passed over Spike's lips, one that sent chills down Buffy's spine. "I have no idea." He finally admitted and began kissing her already swollen lips forcefully. His lips traveled down her jaw leaving light kisses all over, back to her earlobe, sucking on it gently, and finally down to her neck. Spike could smell the strawberry scent left in her golden locks by her shampoo. He inhaled deeply, basking in the wonderful feeling he got from being this close to her.
Buffy's knees went weak when his expert mouth found her earlobe. Spike knew it was her most sensitive spot-her most sensitive spot that could be reached without removing clothing-and he used that knowledge to his liking. Buffy's hands moved of their own accord, traveling up Spike's back and landed flat against his chest. Her eyes were closed, her mind concentrating on the wonderful effect Spike was having on her.
All too suddenly the feeling of Spike's lips on her neck was gone, his body no longer pressed against hers. Buffy's eyes snapped open at the loss of contact and stared up at a very pissed off face.
"Angel." She breathed not believing her own eyes.
He didn't answer. Only growled in anger. Spike lay on the floor behind the other vampire, having been throw backwards by Angel.
Angel stared straight into Buffy's eyes and looked for any sign that she was hurt. He found none. Only when he took a step back did he finally noticed Buffy's large, rounded stomach.
"Jesus Christ-" he gasped, "Buffy what the hell-"
The Slayer said nothing as she moved around her former lover to Spike's side. He had picked himself up off the floor and was standing in a battle stance.
Angel turned and watched her as Buffy moved closely to Spike, his arm wrapping tightly around her. Realization of just what was going on finally hit him. "Oh my God," he said just above a whisper. "What? When? How?"
"Angel!" Dawn exclaimed when she came running into the hall, wondering what all the clatter was about. She skidded to halt just feet beside the vampire.
"Buffy," Angel said completely ignoring the younger Summers' presence, "What's going on?"
"Sod off, Peaches." Spike snapped rubbing his shoulder. When Angel had shoved him away from Buffy he'd smack his left shoulder off the closet doorknob.
"Shut up Spike." Angel retorted. He was adding another insult when Buffy cut him off.
"Don't talk to him like that." She said sternly.
"Buffy why are you defending him?" Angel asked, staring at her like she had just grown a second head. "He's nothing but trouble."
"Kind of like you?" Buffy asked, staring at the brunette.
"What?"
"Angel, every time you come here you bring trouble along for the ride. With Riley, those Indian guys, now Spike. Every time you show up here there's a cryptic message to deliver. Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Whoa." Cordelia sounded from the kitchen doorway. She had just seen Buffy for the first time in over three years; boy had she changed.
Not acknowledging the former cheerleader's presence, Buffy continued, "You think you can walk into my life and pass judgment on me when you have absolutely no idea what the circumstances are." Years of hidden aggression were coming to the surface within Buffy, and instead of pushing them back down, she decided to let them surface. "Spike and I," she started, grabbing the peroxide vampire's hand in her own and holding the both up, "are a couple, an item, a thing. And these," she laid her hand gently on her lower stomach, "are OUR babies. That's right, mine and Spike's children. How this all happened, damned if we know. But I'm glad it did, because unlike you he won't pick up and leave when I need him."
Angel was speechless. He knew Buffy wasn't the president of his fan club, but he would never have guessed that she felt so much-hatred against him. After a long pause to gather his thoughts, Angel looked up to see all eyes focused on him. "Maybe I should go."
"Maybe you should." Buffy spat.
Angel turned and without another word left the house. A few seconds later, Cordelia followed in the vampire's wake. But before she left the house, Cordy paused in the doorway and turned to Buffy.
Buffy, who was half expecting a snotty, holier-than-thou comeback, was shocked when the brunette looked at her and said, "By the way, Congratulations." Then she was gone into the night. Buffy's heart broke.
Willow was finally the one to break the awkward silence. "I tried to stop him." She simply said.
"S'ok Red." Spike told her. He turned Buffy to look at him and saw the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Pulling her into a tight embrace, Spike whispered in her ear, "Want to chase after them?" Buffy only nodded. Spike pulled her towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Giles asked as the two blondes stepped into the night.
"We'll be back, don't worry." Spike called.
Angel was lost; he was somewhere between furious, sickened, and hurt. 'How could I be this way? Am I everything she said I was? I cant be, can I?' he wondered.
"Angel!" Cordelia yelled, running to catch up with him. "Angel wait!"
Stopping abruptly, Angel spun and faced the oncoming girl. "Tell me something Cordy," he said, "am I really everything that she said I was?"
Cordy stopped. It was true that her boss could be pig-headed at times. He had yet to visit Buffy without come cryptic message of impending doom, and she could see how that would upset her. "It's probably just the hormones." she lied.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. "You never could lie to me."
This time Cordelia was the one to sigh. This was also true; she had been one of the greatest liars in all Sunnydale High, no teacher could tell she was fibbing. For some odd reason or another, she couldn't lie to Angel, he always saw right through her. She had attempted many times, mostly about work, but each time, her boss knew she wasn't being honest and called her on it. Cordelia hated him for it.
"What's wrong with me?" Angel asked her.
"What?"
"What's wrong with me?" he repeated. He had begun pacing the sidewalk. "I mean there's got to be something wrong for Buffy to hate me that much."
"Angel-" but that was all Cordelia could say.
"Peaches!" a voice called from down the road. Angel stopped pacing in his tracks and turned to see both Spike and Buffy coming towards him.
"Oh this should be fun." Cordy muttered as the two approached.
"Listen Angel." Buffy began, but Angel cut her off with a swift apology.
"Buffy I'm sorry. I know I haven't exactly been Mr. Understanding. But I never meant to judge you, but there's no way I'm ever going to get used to the sight of you and Spike." He said, all in one breath.
"Hey." Spike protested, ready to defend himself.
"It's weird I know." Buffy said, earning a confused look from the blonde vampire, "But there's something between us that-well-to be completely honest, just wasn't there with you and me."
Angel could feel his heart breaking. He knew that Buffy loved him, and those feelings were reciprocated on his part. Seeing Buffy with Spike, well it made his stomach turn, but if this made her happy, Angel vowed he would find it inside himself to be happy for her. Just as long as he didn't have to look at them. Taking a deep breath, Angel looked deep into the Slayer's eyes. "Buffy if this is what you really want," he paused and took another breath, "I can deal."
A bright smile shone on Buffy's face. Dropping Spike's hand, the blonde wrapped her arms around Angel in a friendly embrace. She felt Angel's hands come to rest on her back. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Can I um," Cordy fumbled. She pointed to Buffy's rounded stomach to make her question clearer.
Grinning brightly, the Slayer took her old friend's hand and placed it palm down on her stomach. Immediately the twins began kicking.
"Oh my God," Cordy breathed in amazement, "Angel you have to feel this."
Before the vampire could respond, his hand was being pressed to Buffy's body beside Cordelia's. Even through the fabric of the Slayer's skin, Angel could feel tiny feet kicking his hand. Angel let out a gasp.
"It's-" Cordy mumbled, for the first time at a loss of words.
"A miracle." Angel finished.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
** Author's Notes: This chapter's got some Angel bashing, and if you're an Angel fan, I'm sorry, but I had to do it! **
"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike asked, breaking the passionate embrace that he and Buffy had shared only seconds ago. Perking his ears towards the kitchen, he listened but all he heard were muffled voices.
"Spike?" Buffy asked in a bemused voice, "How often do I let you kiss me in front of my friends?"
He pondered for a second before answered. "Never?"
"Exactly. So then why are you not kissing me now that I give you the chance?"
A coy smile passed over Spike's lips, one that sent chills down Buffy's spine. "I have no idea." He finally admitted and began kissing her already swollen lips forcefully. His lips traveled down her jaw leaving light kisses all over, back to her earlobe, sucking on it gently, and finally down to her neck. Spike could smell the strawberry scent left in her golden locks by her shampoo. He inhaled deeply, basking in the wonderful feeling he got from being this close to her.
Buffy's knees went weak when his expert mouth found her earlobe. Spike knew it was her most sensitive spot-her most sensitive spot that could be reached without removing clothing-and he used that knowledge to his liking. Buffy's hands moved of their own accord, traveling up Spike's back and landed flat against his chest. Her eyes were closed, her mind concentrating on the wonderful effect Spike was having on her.
All too suddenly the feeling of Spike's lips on her neck was gone, his body no longer pressed against hers. Buffy's eyes snapped open at the loss of contact and stared up at a very pissed off face.
"Angel." She breathed not believing her own eyes.
He didn't answer. Only growled in anger. Spike lay on the floor behind the other vampire, having been throw backwards by Angel.
Angel stared straight into Buffy's eyes and looked for any sign that she was hurt. He found none. Only when he took a step back did he finally noticed Buffy's large, rounded stomach.
"Jesus Christ-" he gasped, "Buffy what the hell-"
The Slayer said nothing as she moved around her former lover to Spike's side. He had picked himself up off the floor and was standing in a battle stance.
Angel turned and watched her as Buffy moved closely to Spike, his arm wrapping tightly around her. Realization of just what was going on finally hit him. "Oh my God," he said just above a whisper. "What? When? How?"
"Angel!" Dawn exclaimed when she came running into the hall, wondering what all the clatter was about. She skidded to halt just feet beside the vampire.
"Buffy," Angel said completely ignoring the younger Summers' presence, "What's going on?"
"Sod off, Peaches." Spike snapped rubbing his shoulder. When Angel had shoved him away from Buffy he'd smack his left shoulder off the closet doorknob.
"Shut up Spike." Angel retorted. He was adding another insult when Buffy cut him off.
"Don't talk to him like that." She said sternly.
"Buffy why are you defending him?" Angel asked, staring at her like she had just grown a second head. "He's nothing but trouble."
"Kind of like you?" Buffy asked, staring at the brunette.
"What?"
"Angel, every time you come here you bring trouble along for the ride. With Riley, those Indian guys, now Spike. Every time you show up here there's a cryptic message to deliver. Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Whoa." Cordelia sounded from the kitchen doorway. She had just seen Buffy for the first time in over three years; boy had she changed.
Not acknowledging the former cheerleader's presence, Buffy continued, "You think you can walk into my life and pass judgment on me when you have absolutely no idea what the circumstances are." Years of hidden aggression were coming to the surface within Buffy, and instead of pushing them back down, she decided to let them surface. "Spike and I," she started, grabbing the peroxide vampire's hand in her own and holding the both up, "are a couple, an item, a thing. And these," she laid her hand gently on her lower stomach, "are OUR babies. That's right, mine and Spike's children. How this all happened, damned if we know. But I'm glad it did, because unlike you he won't pick up and leave when I need him."
Angel was speechless. He knew Buffy wasn't the president of his fan club, but he would never have guessed that she felt so much-hatred against him. After a long pause to gather his thoughts, Angel looked up to see all eyes focused on him. "Maybe I should go."
"Maybe you should." Buffy spat.
Angel turned and without another word left the house. A few seconds later, Cordelia followed in the vampire's wake. But before she left the house, Cordy paused in the doorway and turned to Buffy.
Buffy, who was half expecting a snotty, holier-than-thou comeback, was shocked when the brunette looked at her and said, "By the way, Congratulations." Then she was gone into the night. Buffy's heart broke.
Willow was finally the one to break the awkward silence. "I tried to stop him." She simply said.
"S'ok Red." Spike told her. He turned Buffy to look at him and saw the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Pulling her into a tight embrace, Spike whispered in her ear, "Want to chase after them?" Buffy only nodded. Spike pulled her towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Giles asked as the two blondes stepped into the night.
"We'll be back, don't worry." Spike called.
Angel was lost; he was somewhere between furious, sickened, and hurt. 'How could I be this way? Am I everything she said I was? I cant be, can I?' he wondered.
"Angel!" Cordelia yelled, running to catch up with him. "Angel wait!"
Stopping abruptly, Angel spun and faced the oncoming girl. "Tell me something Cordy," he said, "am I really everything that she said I was?"
Cordy stopped. It was true that her boss could be pig-headed at times. He had yet to visit Buffy without come cryptic message of impending doom, and she could see how that would upset her. "It's probably just the hormones." she lied.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. "You never could lie to me."
This time Cordelia was the one to sigh. This was also true; she had been one of the greatest liars in all Sunnydale High, no teacher could tell she was fibbing. For some odd reason or another, she couldn't lie to Angel, he always saw right through her. She had attempted many times, mostly about work, but each time, her boss knew she wasn't being honest and called her on it. Cordelia hated him for it.
"What's wrong with me?" Angel asked her.
"What?"
"What's wrong with me?" he repeated. He had begun pacing the sidewalk. "I mean there's got to be something wrong for Buffy to hate me that much."
"Angel-" but that was all Cordelia could say.
"Peaches!" a voice called from down the road. Angel stopped pacing in his tracks and turned to see both Spike and Buffy coming towards him.
"Oh this should be fun." Cordy muttered as the two approached.
"Listen Angel." Buffy began, but Angel cut her off with a swift apology.
"Buffy I'm sorry. I know I haven't exactly been Mr. Understanding. But I never meant to judge you, but there's no way I'm ever going to get used to the sight of you and Spike." He said, all in one breath.
"Hey." Spike protested, ready to defend himself.
"It's weird I know." Buffy said, earning a confused look from the blonde vampire, "But there's something between us that-well-to be completely honest, just wasn't there with you and me."
Angel could feel his heart breaking. He knew that Buffy loved him, and those feelings were reciprocated on his part. Seeing Buffy with Spike, well it made his stomach turn, but if this made her happy, Angel vowed he would find it inside himself to be happy for her. Just as long as he didn't have to look at them. Taking a deep breath, Angel looked deep into the Slayer's eyes. "Buffy if this is what you really want," he paused and took another breath, "I can deal."
A bright smile shone on Buffy's face. Dropping Spike's hand, the blonde wrapped her arms around Angel in a friendly embrace. She felt Angel's hands come to rest on her back. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Can I um," Cordy fumbled. She pointed to Buffy's rounded stomach to make her question clearer.
Grinning brightly, the Slayer took her old friend's hand and placed it palm down on her stomach. Immediately the twins began kicking.
"Oh my God," Cordy breathed in amazement, "Angel you have to feel this."
Before the vampire could respond, his hand was being pressed to Buffy's body beside Cordelia's. Even through the fabric of the Slayer's skin, Angel could feel tiny feet kicking his hand. Angel let out a gasp.
"It's-" Cordy mumbled, for the first time at a loss of words.
"A miracle." Angel finished.
