Dancing on the Edge
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the long delay but I guess you could say I had a slight case of writer's block these past few weeks. However, here's a new chapter that I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for the reviews. They are always appreciated.
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Ch:7
A wisp of a sigh escaped her as she felt the tell tale signs of her body beginning to relax.
".....it wasn't anything spectacular mind you. But I figured what the hell," Spike was saying.
"Wasn't spectacular? I beg to differ William," Buffy argued. "I mean that's down right amazing! To have the stamina, the drive," she marveled with a small smile.
Spike ducked his head sheepishly as she smiled at him.
"I am great aren't I?" he mused with a shake of his head.
Buffy studied his bent head and resisted the urge to run her fingers through the curly locks.
"I wouldn't go that far," she retorted. Gave up, let her fingers run through his hair, and watched as he paused in what he was doing to peek up at her through his thick lashes.
"Keep that up and I might just start purring," he mumbled as he bent back to his task.
"Would you?" she asked intrigued.
"I can try," he began.
"Let's hear it. Purr for me William," she demanded as she continued running her fingers through his hair, occasionally letting her fingers tangle in a curl or two.
Laughing he did his best, which didn't amount to much, but a laugh filled kinda growl that bordered on pathetic.
"Aw good try. Can you twitch your tail too?" she asked curiously.
Spike threw a look over his shoulder at his bum and shook his head.
"Nope. Sorry. No tail shaking or twitching but I can twitch my nose," he replied and lifted one hand and wiggled his nose. "There. Satisfied luv?"
"Kinda. But not quite," she reluctantly admitted.
He sent her a wicked leer and caught his tongue between his teeth.
"Could fix that," he murmured.
She cocked her head and arched a brow.
"I am sure you could."
They grinned at eachother.
Spike bent his head and went about massaging her feet again.
Buffy inhaled deeply as she realized Spike had been right about this little therapy session, with a little message thrown in.
It was relaxing.
Refreshing.
"Tell me how you met Angel," Spike asked moving his hands upward to her calves. Noted how her body tensed up ever so slightly.
She released a breath and he waited patiently.
"Well you know.....I was just out of high school and college was new and-"
"God," Spike erupted as he stopped all movements and looked up at her through narrowed eyes. "Did he stalk you? Cuz luv he had to have been a good bit older than you! Pervert, was always followin' little girls 'round- "
"Spike," Buffy chastised with a glare to shut him up.
It worked.
He went back to work.
"So he was there as a TA okay? And he liked me. Started following me around, asking me out and I would refuse-"
"Stalking," Spike mumbled.
"Wooing. In his, own weird little way. Listen this is my story, keep the commentary to yourself okay?"
He gave a grudging nod.
"So finally I said okay. And then the rest as they say is history," she finished quickly.
"Yeh," Spike muttered. "History. You know why he didn't tell you about our family?"
"I'm sure he thought I wouldn't understand," Buffy mumbled.
"Sure. What with you being stupid and all," Spike bit out sarcastically as he inched his hands further.
"It wasn't like that," she protested.
"Right. So he was in love with you. And he didn't think it was worth the effort to tell his wife that she and their children might be in danger? Call me old fashioned but when you marry some one you love, for better or worse you gotta tell them the not so glowing shit about yourself."
She remained quiet as she kept her own hands moving.
"But then that's just me. So he married you. Had Terri with you and knew all along that somewhere out there was a number of people who didn't want her to live to see her fifteenth birthday. Some kind of father, some kind of husband," he muttered coldly.
"You shouldn't judge him," she managed to say despite the lump that had formed as he'd spoken.
"Why not?" he asked looking up at her with intense blue eyes. "He put you in danger and your daughter and you're telling me you aren't the least bit angry at him for never telling you 'bout the Council? Or Slayers and vamps?"
He watched her carefully, waiting for a response. He knew she couldn't be okay with all of this. Ripper had her daughter and it was all because of Angel.
Gritting her teeth to keep from exploding at him, she gave a little shrug.
"Can't waste time being angry William. All I want is my daughter back. Anger won't get her here any sooner."
He gave a deceptive shrug of agreement. Anger was a good thing, and he knew anger would be the one thing Buffy would need to keep herself going. That and of course him.
He would keep her sane.
Keep her safe and help her get Terri back.
"True," he replied. "So you gotta thing for brunettes huh? Cuz you know under this goop I'm sportin' a brown do," he issued with a waggle of his brows.
"Well..." she drawled. "I did like brunettes.....til I met a certain bleached blond," she said with a thoughtful look.
He smirked.
"That's right. M'gonna ruin you for anyone else aren't I?" he drawled out smugly as he rested his hands on her knees and peered at her.
"Other way around Spikey," she mocked. "How'd you get that name?" she demanded.
Spike felt heat rise in his cheeks unbidden and he ducked his head.
"You already know about m'life Buffy. Don't need to know about the nickname too. Besides how'd you get Buffy? Wanna share secrets? It's gotta be fair."
"Fair hmmmm?"
"Fair," he agreed levering himself up and placing a slow kiss on her lips. "Two hours are up pet," he whispered.
"They are aren't they?" she asked as she looped her arms around his neck and met his eyes.
He gave a slow nod as his lips brushed hers.
"Think it'll work?" she wondered aloud.
"I know it will," he answered with confidence.
She plopped back on the mattress and spread her arms wide.
"Have at it then," she exclaimed.
Grinning Spike studied her face for any signs of nerves, or tension.
Found none.
"Not gonna help me at all? I gotta do all the work luv? You know what we're aiming for?" he asked gently twirling a lock of hair around his finger as he leaned down.
"What?" she whispered curiously.
"A boy," he whispered back as he brought his lips to hers.
~*~
The voice on the phone was one long missed but never forgotten. It caught Ripper's attention immediately.
"What do you want?" Ripper snarled as he glanced around warily as he slowly got up from his armchair and shut his study door.
"Well, I thought I'd just say hello," Kingston announced with a mocking lilt to his tone.
"You have no ri-"Ripper began to erupt.
"Well I'm only calling to inform you of something I'm sure you will be intrigued to know."
Ripper gripped the phone until his knuckles were white.
"What?" he hissed out, heart pounding.
"Oh just that I the most powerful, magnificent man on the planet-"
"Quit prattlin' on you silly birk," Ripper snapped as he glared at the phone forgetting Kingston couldn't see him.
"I've finally won the war. You might have Angel's girl but she's impure. I've got the real deal now. The one true Slayer linage has been conceived tonight. I must say the wedding was wonderful-"
"I'll kill you-" Ripper erupted.
"You can try," Kingston replied arrogantly.
"I'll kill the girl," Ripper growled as he jerked open his study door and raced down the hall.
"Go ahead. No skin off my nose Rip. The baby is mine and the girl well hell she's a non-issue. Do as you will."
"I'll kill her, then I'm going to come after you and I'm going to take what's mine you stupid bloody bastard," he yelled.
"Yada, yada, yada. Heard it before. However, I'm afraid it will never happen. Give me your best and watch as I destroy you and all you've built."
The click of Kingston disconnecting echoed in Ripper's ears as he flung the phone into the nearest wall and let out a roar.
"Quentin," he screamed.
Quentin's scurrying feet was the only sound heard as Ripper leaned his head against the wall and inhaled deeply.
"Yes?" Quentin asked hesitantly.
"Where is the girl?" he demanded bitterly.
"She is-she's in the dungeon," he sputtered, fear catching him by surprise as he watched Ripper lift his head and stare at him with cold dead eyes.
"What do you do when war has been declared?" he asked flatly.
"I-I don't know," Quentin stuttered quickly.
Ripper rolled his eyes and glared at him.
"You're so stupid," he snapped. "Ignorant little fool. He thinks he's won. That I won't kill the girl. That I'll sit and wait for things to happen. When war is declared idiot, prepare and strike when least expected," he snapped.
Quentin frowned and tried to understand that.
"But won't he be expecting it?" he asked confused.
Ripper gave up and let out a frustrated growl.
"Bring the girl, and then we're going move in on Kingston. Tonight."
"Tonight? But-but we don't-sir"
"Do as I said! Bring me the girl. Get out of my sight! We're gonna finish this tonight," Ripper muttered. "Or tomorrow," he amended to himself. "Sometime this week. Soon. Very soon."
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A/N: Okay who wants a wedding? I'm gonna give it to you next chapter as well as the beginning of what's to be a fabo honeymoon. Lol. Hope you enjoyed.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the long delay but I guess you could say I had a slight case of writer's block these past few weeks. However, here's a new chapter that I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for the reviews. They are always appreciated.
~*~
Ch:7
A wisp of a sigh escaped her as she felt the tell tale signs of her body beginning to relax.
".....it wasn't anything spectacular mind you. But I figured what the hell," Spike was saying.
"Wasn't spectacular? I beg to differ William," Buffy argued. "I mean that's down right amazing! To have the stamina, the drive," she marveled with a small smile.
Spike ducked his head sheepishly as she smiled at him.
"I am great aren't I?" he mused with a shake of his head.
Buffy studied his bent head and resisted the urge to run her fingers through the curly locks.
"I wouldn't go that far," she retorted. Gave up, let her fingers run through his hair, and watched as he paused in what he was doing to peek up at her through his thick lashes.
"Keep that up and I might just start purring," he mumbled as he bent back to his task.
"Would you?" she asked intrigued.
"I can try," he began.
"Let's hear it. Purr for me William," she demanded as she continued running her fingers through his hair, occasionally letting her fingers tangle in a curl or two.
Laughing he did his best, which didn't amount to much, but a laugh filled kinda growl that bordered on pathetic.
"Aw good try. Can you twitch your tail too?" she asked curiously.
Spike threw a look over his shoulder at his bum and shook his head.
"Nope. Sorry. No tail shaking or twitching but I can twitch my nose," he replied and lifted one hand and wiggled his nose. "There. Satisfied luv?"
"Kinda. But not quite," she reluctantly admitted.
He sent her a wicked leer and caught his tongue between his teeth.
"Could fix that," he murmured.
She cocked her head and arched a brow.
"I am sure you could."
They grinned at eachother.
Spike bent his head and went about massaging her feet again.
Buffy inhaled deeply as she realized Spike had been right about this little therapy session, with a little message thrown in.
It was relaxing.
Refreshing.
"Tell me how you met Angel," Spike asked moving his hands upward to her calves. Noted how her body tensed up ever so slightly.
She released a breath and he waited patiently.
"Well you know.....I was just out of high school and college was new and-"
"God," Spike erupted as he stopped all movements and looked up at her through narrowed eyes. "Did he stalk you? Cuz luv he had to have been a good bit older than you! Pervert, was always followin' little girls 'round- "
"Spike," Buffy chastised with a glare to shut him up.
It worked.
He went back to work.
"So he was there as a TA okay? And he liked me. Started following me around, asking me out and I would refuse-"
"Stalking," Spike mumbled.
"Wooing. In his, own weird little way. Listen this is my story, keep the commentary to yourself okay?"
He gave a grudging nod.
"So finally I said okay. And then the rest as they say is history," she finished quickly.
"Yeh," Spike muttered. "History. You know why he didn't tell you about our family?"
"I'm sure he thought I wouldn't understand," Buffy mumbled.
"Sure. What with you being stupid and all," Spike bit out sarcastically as he inched his hands further.
"It wasn't like that," she protested.
"Right. So he was in love with you. And he didn't think it was worth the effort to tell his wife that she and their children might be in danger? Call me old fashioned but when you marry some one you love, for better or worse you gotta tell them the not so glowing shit about yourself."
She remained quiet as she kept her own hands moving.
"But then that's just me. So he married you. Had Terri with you and knew all along that somewhere out there was a number of people who didn't want her to live to see her fifteenth birthday. Some kind of father, some kind of husband," he muttered coldly.
"You shouldn't judge him," she managed to say despite the lump that had formed as he'd spoken.
"Why not?" he asked looking up at her with intense blue eyes. "He put you in danger and your daughter and you're telling me you aren't the least bit angry at him for never telling you 'bout the Council? Or Slayers and vamps?"
He watched her carefully, waiting for a response. He knew she couldn't be okay with all of this. Ripper had her daughter and it was all because of Angel.
Gritting her teeth to keep from exploding at him, she gave a little shrug.
"Can't waste time being angry William. All I want is my daughter back. Anger won't get her here any sooner."
He gave a deceptive shrug of agreement. Anger was a good thing, and he knew anger would be the one thing Buffy would need to keep herself going. That and of course him.
He would keep her sane.
Keep her safe and help her get Terri back.
"True," he replied. "So you gotta thing for brunettes huh? Cuz you know under this goop I'm sportin' a brown do," he issued with a waggle of his brows.
"Well..." she drawled. "I did like brunettes.....til I met a certain bleached blond," she said with a thoughtful look.
He smirked.
"That's right. M'gonna ruin you for anyone else aren't I?" he drawled out smugly as he rested his hands on her knees and peered at her.
"Other way around Spikey," she mocked. "How'd you get that name?" she demanded.
Spike felt heat rise in his cheeks unbidden and he ducked his head.
"You already know about m'life Buffy. Don't need to know about the nickname too. Besides how'd you get Buffy? Wanna share secrets? It's gotta be fair."
"Fair hmmmm?"
"Fair," he agreed levering himself up and placing a slow kiss on her lips. "Two hours are up pet," he whispered.
"They are aren't they?" she asked as she looped her arms around his neck and met his eyes.
He gave a slow nod as his lips brushed hers.
"Think it'll work?" she wondered aloud.
"I know it will," he answered with confidence.
She plopped back on the mattress and spread her arms wide.
"Have at it then," she exclaimed.
Grinning Spike studied her face for any signs of nerves, or tension.
Found none.
"Not gonna help me at all? I gotta do all the work luv? You know what we're aiming for?" he asked gently twirling a lock of hair around his finger as he leaned down.
"What?" she whispered curiously.
"A boy," he whispered back as he brought his lips to hers.
~*~
The voice on the phone was one long missed but never forgotten. It caught Ripper's attention immediately.
"What do you want?" Ripper snarled as he glanced around warily as he slowly got up from his armchair and shut his study door.
"Well, I thought I'd just say hello," Kingston announced with a mocking lilt to his tone.
"You have no ri-"Ripper began to erupt.
"Well I'm only calling to inform you of something I'm sure you will be intrigued to know."
Ripper gripped the phone until his knuckles were white.
"What?" he hissed out, heart pounding.
"Oh just that I the most powerful, magnificent man on the planet-"
"Quit prattlin' on you silly birk," Ripper snapped as he glared at the phone forgetting Kingston couldn't see him.
"I've finally won the war. You might have Angel's girl but she's impure. I've got the real deal now. The one true Slayer linage has been conceived tonight. I must say the wedding was wonderful-"
"I'll kill you-" Ripper erupted.
"You can try," Kingston replied arrogantly.
"I'll kill the girl," Ripper growled as he jerked open his study door and raced down the hall.
"Go ahead. No skin off my nose Rip. The baby is mine and the girl well hell she's a non-issue. Do as you will."
"I'll kill her, then I'm going to come after you and I'm going to take what's mine you stupid bloody bastard," he yelled.
"Yada, yada, yada. Heard it before. However, I'm afraid it will never happen. Give me your best and watch as I destroy you and all you've built."
The click of Kingston disconnecting echoed in Ripper's ears as he flung the phone into the nearest wall and let out a roar.
"Quentin," he screamed.
Quentin's scurrying feet was the only sound heard as Ripper leaned his head against the wall and inhaled deeply.
"Yes?" Quentin asked hesitantly.
"Where is the girl?" he demanded bitterly.
"She is-she's in the dungeon," he sputtered, fear catching him by surprise as he watched Ripper lift his head and stare at him with cold dead eyes.
"What do you do when war has been declared?" he asked flatly.
"I-I don't know," Quentin stuttered quickly.
Ripper rolled his eyes and glared at him.
"You're so stupid," he snapped. "Ignorant little fool. He thinks he's won. That I won't kill the girl. That I'll sit and wait for things to happen. When war is declared idiot, prepare and strike when least expected," he snapped.
Quentin frowned and tried to understand that.
"But won't he be expecting it?" he asked confused.
Ripper gave up and let out a frustrated growl.
"Bring the girl, and then we're going move in on Kingston. Tonight."
"Tonight? But-but we don't-sir"
"Do as I said! Bring me the girl. Get out of my sight! We're gonna finish this tonight," Ripper muttered. "Or tomorrow," he amended to himself. "Sometime this week. Soon. Very soon."
~*~
A/N: Okay who wants a wedding? I'm gonna give it to you next chapter as well as the beginning of what's to be a fabo honeymoon. Lol. Hope you enjoyed.