Sticky Fingers - June 2003
Chapter Sixteen
Buffy was rushed to the ER of the hospital with Xander and Dawn right behind her. Her contractions were close together and the doctors reassured Buffy that her labor was going very well. In a matter of hours she would be holding a beautiful baby girl. Buffy and Dawn went to Buffy's room, while Xander stayed behind to call Spike. Things went by seemingly quickly and within a matter of hours Buffy was holding her beautiful Julia. Spike waited patiently downstairs, chain smoking, anxious to hear about the progress. Xander finally came down to tell him everything went find, and that Julia was in the nursery. Buffy was sound asleep.
"Julia, that's a pretty name." Spike mused when Xander told him the name of his little girl.
"Congrats man, you are a father." Xander said to Spike.
"Thanks mate, why don't I feel like one?"
"Cheer up, she'll come around. You know how Buffy is. She has to be so damn stubborn all of the time. She'll come around and you two will live happily ever after, as Dawn would say."
"Whatever, as Dawn would also say." Spike simply replied.
And with that, the two walked back into the hospital to see Spike's new baby girl. It broke Spike's heart when he saw his little girl for the first time. He had wanted to hold her so much, but he couldn't. Holding Julia would mean that someone would have to wake Buffy up. Waking Buffy up would mean Buffy and Spike having a confrontation. The confrontation would ruin the first true moment of peace Spike had had in months. So Spike contentedly sat on the bench facing the nursery and patiently waited for Buffy to wake up, so he could hold his little princess. He and Xander decided to grab some breakfast and left Buffy and Julia to their beauty rest.
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Buffy and Julia came home after a few days and Buffy was overjoyed. Her maternal instincts were in overdrive, due to her slayeryness. Everyone helped out and within a couple of weeks things seemed like they were going back to normal. No one seemed to notice that Spike had only seen his daughter once, at the hospital, over three weeks ago. That is, until he showed up on the Summer's door step on a bright Saturday afternoon.
"Hello, Dawn." Spike said when Dawn opened the door.
"Oh my God, Spike. I'm so sorry, it's been so hectic. I was supposed to call you. I was supposed to bring her over last night. I've been trying to help Xander finish my room. Please, come in. I'll get the baby's stuff. You want me to come over? We can order in, catch up?"
Spike chuckled a little. Only Dawn could start a sentence in pure panic and finish it by schmoozing her way into an invite over to his place.
"S'alright bite size. I figured that's what happened. Just was going to save you the trip. I'd love it if you came over, could you use the company." Spike replied as he stepped into the Summer's home.
The entire place smelled of vanilla, raspberries, and baby powder. It was a surprisingly nice combination. Dawn came down with three week old Julia and handed the baby to Spike. This was the first time he had actually held his daughter and love so powerful washed over him that he didn't think he would ever be able to let her go. She was precious to him. The child had curly blonde tufts of hair over her mostly bald head. She yawned and that was when he saw it. When she opened her eyes, he had his own eyes staring right back at him. He knew there was a chance her eyes would change colors, but somehow he just knew those were his eyes looking up at him. The emotions were almost overpowering to him. This is what love at first sight is, he mused to himself as he held his child.
Dawn just looked at the pair and smiled. It was obvious that Spike was smitten with the little girl. That made Dawn happy, she just wished that Buffy was here to see this. Dawn was sure that if Buffy could see how much Spike loved this girl, she would soften a little.
The pair loaded up all the baby's stuff in Spike's black Toyota 4-runners and headed toward his place.
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Buffy was walking home from work. Her new job at the bank sucked. Handling all of that money and not being able to take any of it home was depressing. It would kill Anya, she thought to herself. But it wasn't as depressing as flipping burgers. So Buffy could deal pretty well. Her thoughts began to drift toward Spike. She didn't want to admit to it, but she missed him. She really did want Julia to have her father around more often. But, Buffy had never been big on the apology thing. She was trying to find an excuse to see Spike and talk to him without having him know that she missed him and wanted him back in her life. She couldn't figure out how things had gotten so out of hand. Yeah, he was being a little too invasive, but per usual, he meant well. It just seemed like they had gone through too much to just call it quits over a few trivial things.
Buffy got home about an hour after Dawn, Spike, and Julia had left. She read the note Dawn had left on the refrigerator. She thought about the prospect of spending the night alone and decided that maybe she should just swallow her pride and go over there. As luck would have it, Dawn had forgot to pack Julia's diaper rash cream. Buffy smiled inwardly as she went up to take a shower.
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Dawn and Spike were in the kitchen making malts. Julia had pooped out about an hour after they got back to his place. They had eaten their Chinese, and both were having a double chocolate kind of craving. The kitchen was a complete mess between the malt powder all over the place, the syrup that had been knocked over, and the ice cream dripping all over from the scoop. Somehow Spike had managed to get the malt powder in his now dirty blonde locks. Dawn giggled at the sight.
"God Spike, could you imagine it if Dru popped in here right now? She'd be all like 'Spoike, Miss Edith said you were playing house with the bad slayer's little key sister' and the then she go on about the stars and a king's picnic. I have to give it to you. You are very patient when it comes to your women." Dawn said.
Spike grinned at Dawn's impersonation of Drusilla. He was past the point of getting defensive about his former lover's mental capacity. He looked at Dawn lovingly, and ruffled her hair.
"Duh." Spike said mockingly. "Have to be patient to put up with that sister of yours."
"Tell me about it, she's driving me nuts. She's all bad moody, and she looks like she's going to cry whenever Xander and I bring you up. I try to be like you and understand, but it's so bloody hard." Dawn replied.
"She's got it rough, she'll pull through, she always does. And stop using English curses; don't want Julia around any of that." Spike finished.
Dawn looked as Spike wantonly. She couldn't figure out why Buffy wouldn't want Spike. He was smart, and patient, and sensitive, and the few times she's seen him without a shirt was damn near heaven. She started to scoop the ice cream and the other contents in the blender. She turned it on, not realizing that the pitcher wasn't securely in place. Ice cream went flying all over the kitchen, including all over Dawn and Spike. The two laughed hysterically at how ridiculous they both looked.
"Ew, I'm all sticky." Dawn whined.
"Me too. Hey, I'll get you a T-shirt and some boxers. You can go take a shower and I'll go put your clothes in the washer." Spike replied, grinning at the look on the girl's face.
Spike pulled his shirt off in one easy movement and used it to mop up some of the chocolately goodness that was all over his white kitchen. Dawn attempted to wipe the drool running down her chin, but was far too embarrassed by the thought of Spike catching her ogling. She quickly ran to take a shower, while Spike cleaned the kitchen and threw all of their clothes into the washer.
Dawn emerged from the shower with a huge towel wrapped around her and Spike went to get into the shower. She went into his bedroom and quickly got dressed. It was one of his old black T-shirts and it still smelled like the old him. Booze and smokes. She smiled and went into the living room to wait for her fake vampire.
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Buffy had gotten out of the shower and was rummaging through her closet for something that was sexy, casual, but not too stuffy or too slutty. She wasn't sure why, but that damn vampire always got to her, even if he wasn't a vampire anymore. She quickly dressed in a pair of faded boot cut jeans and red tank top. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, grabbed her house keys. She was just happy that Spike's place was only about a twenty minute walk from her house.
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Spike came out of the shower in a pair of sweats, and nothing else. He usually took extremely hot showers, and he didn't like the way shirts stuck to him when he tried to put them on in the bathroom. He'd put one on in a minute. He went to the back room to check on Julia, she was still out like a light. He went back out to the living room and found Dawn curled up on the couch, watching a movie.
"What are you watching?" Spike asked the lithe teenager.
"Austin Powers, the second one. The first one totally sucked." Dawn replied.
"Silly movies, if you ask me. The original James Bond is corny enough without making fun of them."
"You are insane. Mini-me is awesome."
"Whatever." Was the only reply that Spike could come up with.
With that, Dawn launched one of the couch pillows at Spike's head.
"That's it little girl, you are going down." Spike growled in mock anger.
The two swung the pillows back and forth for the next fifteen minutes or so, before Spike collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Somehow, through Dawn's strategic design, she landed on top of Spike, straddling him. Spike looked up in her eyes. Cor, she was beautiful, and that was definitely lust in her eyes, but he was not going to be the one to give into her. He held her by her waist, trying to steady her from making the grinding motions she was making against him.
"Bit, just what do you think you're doing?" Spike asked in a serious tone.
"I think I love you Spike. I know I do. Being this close to you feels right. Please let me touch you?" Dawn replied lustily.
He just stared at the girl. Part of it found it amusing that while Buffy wanted nothing to do with him, the younger Summers, the illegal Summers, wanted him more than he wanted to know about. Before he could remove the girl from his lap, Dawn moved in for a searing kissing. Before he knew it, her tongue was invading his mouth, probing and exploring. The entire scenario shocked him. He couldn't move quickly enough. He was so shocked by her actions. Before he snapped back to reality, he heard a voice that made his blood run cold.
"What the fuck are you doing with my sister?" Buffy asked, he voice fuming with anger, betrayal, and hurt.
Chapter Sixteen
Buffy was rushed to the ER of the hospital with Xander and Dawn right behind her. Her contractions were close together and the doctors reassured Buffy that her labor was going very well. In a matter of hours she would be holding a beautiful baby girl. Buffy and Dawn went to Buffy's room, while Xander stayed behind to call Spike. Things went by seemingly quickly and within a matter of hours Buffy was holding her beautiful Julia. Spike waited patiently downstairs, chain smoking, anxious to hear about the progress. Xander finally came down to tell him everything went find, and that Julia was in the nursery. Buffy was sound asleep.
"Julia, that's a pretty name." Spike mused when Xander told him the name of his little girl.
"Congrats man, you are a father." Xander said to Spike.
"Thanks mate, why don't I feel like one?"
"Cheer up, she'll come around. You know how Buffy is. She has to be so damn stubborn all of the time. She'll come around and you two will live happily ever after, as Dawn would say."
"Whatever, as Dawn would also say." Spike simply replied.
And with that, the two walked back into the hospital to see Spike's new baby girl. It broke Spike's heart when he saw his little girl for the first time. He had wanted to hold her so much, but he couldn't. Holding Julia would mean that someone would have to wake Buffy up. Waking Buffy up would mean Buffy and Spike having a confrontation. The confrontation would ruin the first true moment of peace Spike had had in months. So Spike contentedly sat on the bench facing the nursery and patiently waited for Buffy to wake up, so he could hold his little princess. He and Xander decided to grab some breakfast and left Buffy and Julia to their beauty rest.
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Buffy and Julia came home after a few days and Buffy was overjoyed. Her maternal instincts were in overdrive, due to her slayeryness. Everyone helped out and within a couple of weeks things seemed like they were going back to normal. No one seemed to notice that Spike had only seen his daughter once, at the hospital, over three weeks ago. That is, until he showed up on the Summer's door step on a bright Saturday afternoon.
"Hello, Dawn." Spike said when Dawn opened the door.
"Oh my God, Spike. I'm so sorry, it's been so hectic. I was supposed to call you. I was supposed to bring her over last night. I've been trying to help Xander finish my room. Please, come in. I'll get the baby's stuff. You want me to come over? We can order in, catch up?"
Spike chuckled a little. Only Dawn could start a sentence in pure panic and finish it by schmoozing her way into an invite over to his place.
"S'alright bite size. I figured that's what happened. Just was going to save you the trip. I'd love it if you came over, could you use the company." Spike replied as he stepped into the Summer's home.
The entire place smelled of vanilla, raspberries, and baby powder. It was a surprisingly nice combination. Dawn came down with three week old Julia and handed the baby to Spike. This was the first time he had actually held his daughter and love so powerful washed over him that he didn't think he would ever be able to let her go. She was precious to him. The child had curly blonde tufts of hair over her mostly bald head. She yawned and that was when he saw it. When she opened her eyes, he had his own eyes staring right back at him. He knew there was a chance her eyes would change colors, but somehow he just knew those were his eyes looking up at him. The emotions were almost overpowering to him. This is what love at first sight is, he mused to himself as he held his child.
Dawn just looked at the pair and smiled. It was obvious that Spike was smitten with the little girl. That made Dawn happy, she just wished that Buffy was here to see this. Dawn was sure that if Buffy could see how much Spike loved this girl, she would soften a little.
The pair loaded up all the baby's stuff in Spike's black Toyota 4-runners and headed toward his place.
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Buffy was walking home from work. Her new job at the bank sucked. Handling all of that money and not being able to take any of it home was depressing. It would kill Anya, she thought to herself. But it wasn't as depressing as flipping burgers. So Buffy could deal pretty well. Her thoughts began to drift toward Spike. She didn't want to admit to it, but she missed him. She really did want Julia to have her father around more often. But, Buffy had never been big on the apology thing. She was trying to find an excuse to see Spike and talk to him without having him know that she missed him and wanted him back in her life. She couldn't figure out how things had gotten so out of hand. Yeah, he was being a little too invasive, but per usual, he meant well. It just seemed like they had gone through too much to just call it quits over a few trivial things.
Buffy got home about an hour after Dawn, Spike, and Julia had left. She read the note Dawn had left on the refrigerator. She thought about the prospect of spending the night alone and decided that maybe she should just swallow her pride and go over there. As luck would have it, Dawn had forgot to pack Julia's diaper rash cream. Buffy smiled inwardly as she went up to take a shower.
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Dawn and Spike were in the kitchen making malts. Julia had pooped out about an hour after they got back to his place. They had eaten their Chinese, and both were having a double chocolate kind of craving. The kitchen was a complete mess between the malt powder all over the place, the syrup that had been knocked over, and the ice cream dripping all over from the scoop. Somehow Spike had managed to get the malt powder in his now dirty blonde locks. Dawn giggled at the sight.
"God Spike, could you imagine it if Dru popped in here right now? She'd be all like 'Spoike, Miss Edith said you were playing house with the bad slayer's little key sister' and the then she go on about the stars and a king's picnic. I have to give it to you. You are very patient when it comes to your women." Dawn said.
Spike grinned at Dawn's impersonation of Drusilla. He was past the point of getting defensive about his former lover's mental capacity. He looked at Dawn lovingly, and ruffled her hair.
"Duh." Spike said mockingly. "Have to be patient to put up with that sister of yours."
"Tell me about it, she's driving me nuts. She's all bad moody, and she looks like she's going to cry whenever Xander and I bring you up. I try to be like you and understand, but it's so bloody hard." Dawn replied.
"She's got it rough, she'll pull through, she always does. And stop using English curses; don't want Julia around any of that." Spike finished.
Dawn looked as Spike wantonly. She couldn't figure out why Buffy wouldn't want Spike. He was smart, and patient, and sensitive, and the few times she's seen him without a shirt was damn near heaven. She started to scoop the ice cream and the other contents in the blender. She turned it on, not realizing that the pitcher wasn't securely in place. Ice cream went flying all over the kitchen, including all over Dawn and Spike. The two laughed hysterically at how ridiculous they both looked.
"Ew, I'm all sticky." Dawn whined.
"Me too. Hey, I'll get you a T-shirt and some boxers. You can go take a shower and I'll go put your clothes in the washer." Spike replied, grinning at the look on the girl's face.
Spike pulled his shirt off in one easy movement and used it to mop up some of the chocolately goodness that was all over his white kitchen. Dawn attempted to wipe the drool running down her chin, but was far too embarrassed by the thought of Spike catching her ogling. She quickly ran to take a shower, while Spike cleaned the kitchen and threw all of their clothes into the washer.
Dawn emerged from the shower with a huge towel wrapped around her and Spike went to get into the shower. She went into his bedroom and quickly got dressed. It was one of his old black T-shirts and it still smelled like the old him. Booze and smokes. She smiled and went into the living room to wait for her fake vampire.
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Buffy had gotten out of the shower and was rummaging through her closet for something that was sexy, casual, but not too stuffy or too slutty. She wasn't sure why, but that damn vampire always got to her, even if he wasn't a vampire anymore. She quickly dressed in a pair of faded boot cut jeans and red tank top. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, grabbed her house keys. She was just happy that Spike's place was only about a twenty minute walk from her house.
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Spike came out of the shower in a pair of sweats, and nothing else. He usually took extremely hot showers, and he didn't like the way shirts stuck to him when he tried to put them on in the bathroom. He'd put one on in a minute. He went to the back room to check on Julia, she was still out like a light. He went back out to the living room and found Dawn curled up on the couch, watching a movie.
"What are you watching?" Spike asked the lithe teenager.
"Austin Powers, the second one. The first one totally sucked." Dawn replied.
"Silly movies, if you ask me. The original James Bond is corny enough without making fun of them."
"You are insane. Mini-me is awesome."
"Whatever." Was the only reply that Spike could come up with.
With that, Dawn launched one of the couch pillows at Spike's head.
"That's it little girl, you are going down." Spike growled in mock anger.
The two swung the pillows back and forth for the next fifteen minutes or so, before Spike collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Somehow, through Dawn's strategic design, she landed on top of Spike, straddling him. Spike looked up in her eyes. Cor, she was beautiful, and that was definitely lust in her eyes, but he was not going to be the one to give into her. He held her by her waist, trying to steady her from making the grinding motions she was making against him.
"Bit, just what do you think you're doing?" Spike asked in a serious tone.
"I think I love you Spike. I know I do. Being this close to you feels right. Please let me touch you?" Dawn replied lustily.
He just stared at the girl. Part of it found it amusing that while Buffy wanted nothing to do with him, the younger Summers, the illegal Summers, wanted him more than he wanted to know about. Before he could remove the girl from his lap, Dawn moved in for a searing kissing. Before he knew it, her tongue was invading his mouth, probing and exploring. The entire scenario shocked him. He couldn't move quickly enough. He was so shocked by her actions. Before he snapped back to reality, he heard a voice that made his blood run cold.
"What the fuck are you doing with my sister?" Buffy asked, he voice fuming with anger, betrayal, and hurt.