Epilogue or Possibly a To Be Continued - September 2009
Chapter Fifty-Five
Buffy and Spike lay in bed, staring at one another lovingly. It had been six months since they had reconciled, and they had taken things slow, like they had promised one another. Spike had finally moved out of his apartment about two weeks before hand. There were still piles of boxes littering the Summer's home, mostly because Spike and Buffy had been keeping themselves busy with more hands on activities. Spike softly ran his hand down the side of his Slayer's cheek. *She is so beautiful* he thought, smiling at her. Buffy stared at her vampire lover as his cool skin caressed her flushed cheek. He was everything she had ever wanted, and she thanked God everyday that the PTB had given her a second chance.
Buffy leaned over and softly ran her lips over Spike's, savoring the faint smell of leather and smoke that was uniquely him. Spike growled softly as Buffy moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. Spike broke from the kiss and started to kiss Buffy's neck. Buffy softly moaned at her lover's ministrations. It was pure ecstasy to her. This was the way that things were supposed to be between them, cold on hot, warm on cool. Buffy moaned once more as Spike's hands expertly drifted towards the source of Buffy's arousal. Buffy ran her fingers through Spike's tousled still bleached locks as her kissed her passionately. The two were completely lost in one another, they didn't hear the quiet foot steps approaching.
"Ewwww, gross." Julia whined at the top of her lungs.
Buffy and Spike separated and stared at the little girl in shock. Julia was not quite seven yet, but she knew enough to know that kissing was gross.
"Now bit, what did I tell you about knocking?" Spike asked his daughter.
"You're supposed to knock out of courtesy when it's someone you like. But if it's someone bad you have to kick the bloody door down and let 'em know who's boss." Julia said proudly, remembering her father's words.
Buffy gave Spike a look that forced him to stifle a laugh. A small grin played on his face though.
"Julia Joyce Summers, where did you hear that word?" Buffy said sternly, knowing full well who had taught her that word.
"Daddy says it all the time Mom. It's not like I said the "F" word." Julia pointed out.
Buffy looked at her daughter and sighed. Julia definitely had her father's logic, and Buffy wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. She knew she had her hands full between the two of them.
"Julia, you know full well that 'bloody' is an English curse and you're not supposed to say it."
"But Daddy says it." Julia challenged.
"Well, your Daddy is a bad rude man. Now come up here bit." Spike said to Jules.
Julia accepted the explanation for the time being and climbed into bed between her parents. Spike hugged his family close to him, mirroring his lover's thoughts on how lucky he was to have this second chance. He had everything he had ever wanted in this bed with him. He knew there were going to be some challenges in the future, but he was ready to accept them. He knew there was going to be some questions when Julia was in her teens and Spike never aged. He knew he would have to face the day when Buffy died, but he told himself he would cross those bridges when he came to them. He was going to simply live his life one day at a time. And take time to appreciate the small things, like having his two girls.
The End (or is it?)
Buffy and Spike lay in bed, staring at one another lovingly. It had been six months since they had reconciled, and they had taken things slow, like they had promised one another. Spike had finally moved out of his apartment about two weeks before hand. There were still piles of boxes littering the Summer's home, mostly because Spike and Buffy had been keeping themselves busy with more hands on activities. Spike softly ran his hand down the side of his Slayer's cheek. *She is so beautiful* he thought, smiling at her. Buffy stared at her vampire lover as his cool skin caressed her flushed cheek. He was everything she had ever wanted, and she thanked God everyday that the PTB had given her a second chance.
Buffy leaned over and softly ran her lips over Spike's, savoring the faint smell of leather and smoke that was uniquely him. Spike growled softly as Buffy moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. Spike broke from the kiss and started to kiss Buffy's neck. Buffy softly moaned at her lover's ministrations. It was pure ecstasy to her. This was the way that things were supposed to be between them, cold on hot, warm on cool. Buffy moaned once more as Spike's hands expertly drifted towards the source of Buffy's arousal. Buffy ran her fingers through Spike's tousled still bleached locks as her kissed her passionately. The two were completely lost in one another, they didn't hear the quiet foot steps approaching.
"Ewwww, gross." Julia whined at the top of her lungs.
Buffy and Spike separated and stared at the little girl in shock. Julia was not quite seven yet, but she knew enough to know that kissing was gross.
"Now bit, what did I tell you about knocking?" Spike asked his daughter.
"You're supposed to knock out of courtesy when it's someone you like. But if it's someone bad you have to kick the bloody door down and let 'em know who's boss." Julia said proudly, remembering her father's words.
Buffy gave Spike a look that forced him to stifle a laugh. A small grin played on his face though.
"Julia Joyce Summers, where did you hear that word?" Buffy said sternly, knowing full well who had taught her that word.
"Daddy says it all the time Mom. It's not like I said the "F" word." Julia pointed out.
Buffy looked at her daughter and sighed. Julia definitely had her father's logic, and Buffy wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. She knew she had her hands full between the two of them.
"Julia, you know full well that 'bloody' is an English curse and you're not supposed to say it."
"But Daddy says it." Julia challenged.
"Well, your Daddy is a bad rude man. Now come up here bit." Spike said to Jules.
Julia accepted the explanation for the time being and climbed into bed between her parents. Spike hugged his family close to him, mirroring his lover's thoughts on how lucky he was to have this second chance. He had everything he had ever wanted in this bed with him. He knew there were going to be some challenges in the future, but he was ready to accept them. He knew there was going to be some questions when Julia was in her teens and Spike never aged. He knew he would have to face the day when Buffy died, but he told himself he would cross those bridges when he came to them. He was going to simply live his life one day at a time. And take time to appreciate the small things, like having his two girls.
The End (or is it?)