A/N This might end up being a long one so bear with me! Thanks for the get-
well wishes, much better now. Snangel, I wish I had seen GOTR, had the
chance, but funds were running low, it's cost me about £350 to attend the
Buffy convention (20-22nd June 2003) So this is my last update for a few
days as I am off to London, and I will be gone for four days, so glad I
wasn't ill this weekend, (suspect I would have dragged my dying body there
for a chance to see JM lol) Tierra asked if I had decided if the baby was
going to be a boy or a girl, thought I would let you all take a vote on it
nearer the time, and for the Riley haters, I know there are many of you,
how horribly would you like him to die? Lol. I agree with you about the
hush guys Wolf, I think what I found freaky about Adam was that monotone
voice of his. Hope that was just an act as he is going to be at this
weekends con lol.
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Happy Anniversary
Chapter11
Spike lay next to Buffy, he was propped up on one elbow, and he watched her sleep, she stretched and yawned, her eyelids fluttering open. She looked into the brilliance of his blue eyes.
"Morning Mrs Lovejoy, happy anniversary," he smiled at her tenderly.
"Happy anniversary to you too darling," she smiled back and caressed his cheek.
Spike leapt off the bed and went over to the chest in the corner of their room, he lifted the lid and extracted a couple of brightly wrapped parcels, one was tied with a big red bow, he walked back over to the bed.
"Pressie time," he said,
He passed them into Buffy's eager hands.
"Ooh, presents, I like presents," she said excitedly.
Spike watched her face, keen for her response to his gifts. Buffy tore the paper off of the biggest present first, it was a large hardback book, and she turned it over and read the title.
"Sexual positions for the expectant couple, nice Spike, trust you to take care of the essentials," she grinned.
"What about the other present?" he asked.
Buffy unwrapped the gift, a little cautiously; she smiled with pleasure at the silver framed photo of them. It was the photo Joyce had taken of them at their engagement party. They both wore silly grins on their faces, not that it had been a very big celebration, with most of the scoobies missing at the time.
"Awww, that's so sweet Spike, it will be even better this year, we will have all our friends round us to celebrate with us," said Buffy giving him a big hug.
"Yeah all the scoobies together, what a bonus," he said sarcastically.
"Spike! Behave," she scolded him.
"Now I know you liked the picture, so what did you think of the book," Spike asked.
Buffy picked the book off the bed and leafed through the pages.
"Oh my, I thought we'd already tried everything," she said.
"Well how about as we have the whole day to ourselves, that I prove you wrong on that subject?" he asked
"With diagrams?" she asked holding up the book.
"No with actions, I've pretty much memorised the whole book," he grinned
"Well why do we need the book?" she asked.
"It's for you, you know what a slow learner you are," he teased.
She held the book over his head.
"Also useful for clubbing your spouse to death," she replied.
Spike removed the book from her grasp and opened it to page 22.
"Think you can manage that one love?" he challenged
"You bet ya, slow learner indeed," she mumbled flipping Spike over onto his back.
"Never one to back down from a challenge, I love it & I love you," he gasped, as she touched him.
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They had spent most of the day in each other's arms, but the sun had begun to set, and they knew they would have to leave their little world and join their friends at the Bronze. Buffy took out a new maternity dress she had bought especially for the occasion, it was a silky red dress with short sleeves which left her tanned arms bare. Buffy pinned up her hair and let a few little wisps escape to gently frame her face. She applied her make up with great care, wanting to look beautiful for Spike and their special occasion. Buffy slipped on her low heel red sandals and checked her self in the full-length mirror. She jumped as a pair of cool hands rested on her arms.
"Oh Spike you startled me, it's not fair, no reflection to warn me you were there," she smiled, still looking the mirror.
It was strange, she could feel him all around her, but when she looked in the mirror she was alone, she found the thought slightly depressing and quickly dismissed it from her mind.
"You look beautiful Buffy, I have never seen you look more lovely, motherhood becomes you," he said reverently.
"No, you become me Spike," she said turning around in his arms to face him.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. They parted lips after several moments.
"Oh, I almost forgot, your present," she said, leaving the circle of his arms.
She went over to their bed and knelt on the floor, struggling to retrieve a small package from beneath it. She struggled to her feet and handed it to him.
"Thanks pet, wasn't expecting a gift too, after all you have been very giving with yourself all day," he leered.
Buffy watched him as he opened his present; he looked at her while he carefully removed the paper.
"The best of the Ramones! Thanks Buffy, one of my favourites, it got burned up when Harm. It er got burned up," said Spike awkwardly.
He gave her a quick kiss; glad she hadn't noticed the slip.
"I have another present for you, but you can't have it until later," she smiled.
"Is that a promise? There are still a few pages of your present I want to try out," he asked hopeful.
"Nothing like that, get your mind out of the gutter, just something I asked Willow to get for me," she replied.
"Sounds like a night of surprises all round then," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Surprise, whole idea is to not know what will happen college girl," he mocked.
"We'd better get going if we don't want to be late," said Buffy.
"Yeah, that would not be of the good," he said grabbing his coat.
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Forrest followed the couple from their crypt, keeping to the shadows as best he could. They were really starting to intrigue him; hostile 17 was totally unlike any demon he'd come across, since working for the Initiative. He'd always had the opinion that demons were the scourge of the earth and enemies to all human kind, but over the last few weeks, he'd witnessed such tenderness devotion, exhibited by H17, that would put most human's to shame. He was starting to think differently about his mission; one thing he was sure of, whatever Maggie Walsh's plans were, regarding Buffy and her baby, he didn't think he could carry them through. He made a mental decision to appear to follow orders from now on, feeling he could be more help to the couple, on the case, rather than off it.
Buffy and Spike arrived at the Bronze, oblivious of the dangerous undercurrents which threatened their way of life. Spike held open the door.
"After you my lady," he said in his best imitation of an English gent.
"Thank you kind Sir," she mocked, as she walked through the door.
"See, the gangs all here," said Spike
"Yes, and you are going to play nicely tonight," she warned.
"Ok, it's just that Xander gets my back up, with his snarky little comments," he replied.
"Oh, now does that remind me of any one I know intimately?" she asked.
Spike looked up, Oz held up a hand to get Spike's attention.
Spike gave Buffy a quick hug.
"Look I have to go do something for a mate, you'll be okay for a little while?" he asked
"Sure, I'll go and sit with my friends, don't be long," she said.
"I'll try not to be," he muttered under his breath.
Spike disappeared back stage after Buffy walked off to join her friends; Oz joined him a few moments later.
"So, all set for the big debut?" asked Oz.
"If I still needed the bathroom, I'd be crapping myself by now," said Spike nervously.
"Nice," said Oz sarcastically.
"I mean it was okay when it was only one song, but a whole gig," said Spike
"Don't let me down now man," said Oz.
"Don't worry, I'm not about to back out," Spike reassured him.
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"Wow, Buffy you look beautiful tonight," said Xander admiringly.
Anya glared at Xander.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You didn't tell me I looked beautiful, Xander Harris,"
"Well of course you do," he said quickly.
"Do you still have feelings for Buffy?" she asked, ignoring his earlier comment.
"Don't be silly, you know you're the only girl for me," Xander replied
Anya turned her back on Xander, he sighed heavily.
"Sorry," Buffy mouthed silently at him.
"Hi Mom, Hi Giles, you're both looking very happy tonight," said Buffy.
"Oh we're just happy to join in your special occasion," said Giles giving her a hug.
"It's a little harder to get my arms around you these days," he joked.
"Yeah, I hope little Spike isn't going to be a big baby, just thinking about all those stitches makes my eyes sting, could you guys excuse me for a minute, I think I need a bathroom break," Buffy replied.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, it's always about her, sure you don't want a party to celebrate her going to the bathroom?" asked Anya.
"Come on now sweetie, we don't want to ruin the evening," said Xander.
"I'm just saying, why does it only seem to matter what Buffy does around here? Does any one ever have secret Birthday parties for you or I?" She complained.
Willow joined them at the table.
"There's a lot of sour faces around here, who died?" asked Willow
"No one, yet," said Anya glaring at her boyfriend.
"Good, just talked to Oz, the Dingoes will be playing in a moment, got a new band member for the evening, apparently Devon is sick," said Willow.
They all looked to the stage, watching as the guys set up the instruments on stage.
"So where is he then?" asked Xander
"Oh he's waiting back stage, he'll come on when they start their first number," Willow explained.
"Any one we know?" asked Buffy standing behind her friend.
Willow spun round.
"Oh, hi Buff, you look nice, the guy who's taking Devon's place, I think Oz said his name was Will Love," said Willow.
"Oh very original, one of those crappy stage names I'm sure of it," said Xander.
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, silenced as the lights went down and the band members came on stage and took up their instruments. Oz went up to the mike.
"Hi guys, great to be back, sorry Devon couldn't make it tonight, but I am sure you will be more than happy with our replacement, he is, Will Love!" said OZ.
Oz replaced the microphone and began the first strains of their opening number. Cheers went up around the room. Spike closed his eyes, made a silent prayer that he wouldn't bollocks the whole thing up and walked forward onto the stage.
Six people sat at the their table frozen in shock, Buffy dropped her orange juice on the floor. Xander was the first to recover.
"It's a joke right?" asked Xander.
Buffy looked at Willow.
"Did you know anything about this Will? Asked Buffy.
"No, I mean Oz mentioned a few weeks a go they were trying out this guy, but I'd never thought in a million years it would be Spike," said Willow.
"My night just got better, watching Spike humiliate himself, my favourite," said Xander, settling back in his seat.
Spike took the mike, Buffy held her breath, he began to sing,
"Not bad at all," said Giles
"Hidden talents, eh Buffy," said Willow
Buffy smiled in pleasure at the sound of her husband's voice and looked at Xander smugly.
"He's pretty good," Xander mumbled.
"What was that? Xander," asked Buffy feeling a little vengeful.
"I said he's good," said Xander loudly.
People got up on the floor and started dancing.
"That large group of girls at the front of the stage seem to like him too," said Anya
Buffy frowned and looked to the front of the stage, she recognised most of the girls from her poetry class at college.
"Looks like you have a little competition there, Buffy," joked Willow.
Buffy didn't smile, she made her way to the front of the stage, and she arched an eyebrow at her scheming spouse, and then gave him a brilliant smile. Spike was a little wary, as he's seen Buffy approach; her smile chased away all the fears he'd had about singing tonight, and he winked at her. The girls around Buffy let out a collective sigh, but they may as well been invisible for all the notice Spike took of them.
Willow joined Buffy at the front of the stage; she brought a stool with her.
"Thought you could do with a seat Buffy," she said
"Thanks Willow, is it just me or is he wonderful?" asked Buffy awed.
"No, I think he could definitely give Devon a run for his money," said Willow.
Buffy sat there absorbing every word.
"How did the search on William go?" asked Buffy.
"I'll show you some time, his poetry is er, interesting to say the least, but I got you this, no charge, call it an anniversary gift," said Willow.
She handed Buffy a gold gift bag. Buffy opened the bag and pulled out a sepia coloured print of a scholarly looking man with wild hair, and bookish little glasses.
"I asked you to look up something on William, not give me photos of Giles's ancestors," she joked, looking at the picture.
"Uh uh, look harder Buffy," said Willow.
Buffy's eyes widened.
"This is my William?" she asked
"Yep," said Willow.
"He looks so cute, in a Giles kinda way, thanks Willow you're the best," said Buffy.
"And don't forget it," said Willow, as she went back to watching Oz again.
Buffy giggled.
"What?" asked Willow wanting to share the joke.
"Does this make us groupies?" asked Buffy.
"And now for the final number of the night, I'd like to dedicate this song to the one I love, you know who you are," he said looking at Buffy.
Her face flushed with pleasure.
"This is a one off, but it's a sweet song and a favourite of my girl's, so here you go," he said
How do I. Get through one night without you. If I had to live without you. What kind of life would that be. Oh I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold. You are, My world, My heart, My soul. If you ever leave. Baby you would take away everything good in my life.
And tell me now. How do I live with out you. I want to know. How do I breathe with out you. If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive. Oh how do I, how do I live. Etc.
Spike finished the song, Oz looked truly pained, hoping this wouldn't ruin the Dingoes reputation permanently. He looked into the crowd and saw Buffy's tearful face and decided it had been worth it. They had played well and the audience had been appreciative. Spike replaced the mike and jumped off the stage. Buffy hopped down off her stool. They went into each other's arms and kissed.
"That was beautiful, Spike," she said.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you, but I'm glad you liked it, nearly chose "Wind beneath my wings," but I valued my unlife too much to risk it. He grinned.
"Oh, remind me of that lapse of taste, why don't you," she said slapping his rear hard.
"Ow what was that for?" he asked
"For being a bad boy," she said.
"Oh that's ok then," he said.
Slow music started up and Spike took her onto the dance floor.
"We'll take this easy love, wouldn't want to tire you and the baby out," he said gently.
"Didn't seem to have a problem with that earlier," she said, resting her head against his chest.
Spike laughter rumbled deep in his chest. Buffy smiled contentedly.
"You really are my world, my heart and my soul," she said quoting his song lyrics of earlier.
Spike kissed the top of her head.
"Mine too, except not quite maybe the soul bit, but you give me soul Buffy, enough for the both of us," he replied.
TBC
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Happy Anniversary
Chapter11
Spike lay next to Buffy, he was propped up on one elbow, and he watched her sleep, she stretched and yawned, her eyelids fluttering open. She looked into the brilliance of his blue eyes.
"Morning Mrs Lovejoy, happy anniversary," he smiled at her tenderly.
"Happy anniversary to you too darling," she smiled back and caressed his cheek.
Spike leapt off the bed and went over to the chest in the corner of their room, he lifted the lid and extracted a couple of brightly wrapped parcels, one was tied with a big red bow, he walked back over to the bed.
"Pressie time," he said,
He passed them into Buffy's eager hands.
"Ooh, presents, I like presents," she said excitedly.
Spike watched her face, keen for her response to his gifts. Buffy tore the paper off of the biggest present first, it was a large hardback book, and she turned it over and read the title.
"Sexual positions for the expectant couple, nice Spike, trust you to take care of the essentials," she grinned.
"What about the other present?" he asked.
Buffy unwrapped the gift, a little cautiously; she smiled with pleasure at the silver framed photo of them. It was the photo Joyce had taken of them at their engagement party. They both wore silly grins on their faces, not that it had been a very big celebration, with most of the scoobies missing at the time.
"Awww, that's so sweet Spike, it will be even better this year, we will have all our friends round us to celebrate with us," said Buffy giving him a big hug.
"Yeah all the scoobies together, what a bonus," he said sarcastically.
"Spike! Behave," she scolded him.
"Now I know you liked the picture, so what did you think of the book," Spike asked.
Buffy picked the book off the bed and leafed through the pages.
"Oh my, I thought we'd already tried everything," she said.
"Well how about as we have the whole day to ourselves, that I prove you wrong on that subject?" he asked
"With diagrams?" she asked holding up the book.
"No with actions, I've pretty much memorised the whole book," he grinned
"Well why do we need the book?" she asked.
"It's for you, you know what a slow learner you are," he teased.
She held the book over his head.
"Also useful for clubbing your spouse to death," she replied.
Spike removed the book from her grasp and opened it to page 22.
"Think you can manage that one love?" he challenged
"You bet ya, slow learner indeed," she mumbled flipping Spike over onto his back.
"Never one to back down from a challenge, I love it & I love you," he gasped, as she touched him.
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They had spent most of the day in each other's arms, but the sun had begun to set, and they knew they would have to leave their little world and join their friends at the Bronze. Buffy took out a new maternity dress she had bought especially for the occasion, it was a silky red dress with short sleeves which left her tanned arms bare. Buffy pinned up her hair and let a few little wisps escape to gently frame her face. She applied her make up with great care, wanting to look beautiful for Spike and their special occasion. Buffy slipped on her low heel red sandals and checked her self in the full-length mirror. She jumped as a pair of cool hands rested on her arms.
"Oh Spike you startled me, it's not fair, no reflection to warn me you were there," she smiled, still looking the mirror.
It was strange, she could feel him all around her, but when she looked in the mirror she was alone, she found the thought slightly depressing and quickly dismissed it from her mind.
"You look beautiful Buffy, I have never seen you look more lovely, motherhood becomes you," he said reverently.
"No, you become me Spike," she said turning around in his arms to face him.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. They parted lips after several moments.
"Oh, I almost forgot, your present," she said, leaving the circle of his arms.
She went over to their bed and knelt on the floor, struggling to retrieve a small package from beneath it. She struggled to her feet and handed it to him.
"Thanks pet, wasn't expecting a gift too, after all you have been very giving with yourself all day," he leered.
Buffy watched him as he opened his present; he looked at her while he carefully removed the paper.
"The best of the Ramones! Thanks Buffy, one of my favourites, it got burned up when Harm. It er got burned up," said Spike awkwardly.
He gave her a quick kiss; glad she hadn't noticed the slip.
"I have another present for you, but you can't have it until later," she smiled.
"Is that a promise? There are still a few pages of your present I want to try out," he asked hopeful.
"Nothing like that, get your mind out of the gutter, just something I asked Willow to get for me," she replied.
"Sounds like a night of surprises all round then," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Surprise, whole idea is to not know what will happen college girl," he mocked.
"We'd better get going if we don't want to be late," said Buffy.
"Yeah, that would not be of the good," he said grabbing his coat.
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Forrest followed the couple from their crypt, keeping to the shadows as best he could. They were really starting to intrigue him; hostile 17 was totally unlike any demon he'd come across, since working for the Initiative. He'd always had the opinion that demons were the scourge of the earth and enemies to all human kind, but over the last few weeks, he'd witnessed such tenderness devotion, exhibited by H17, that would put most human's to shame. He was starting to think differently about his mission; one thing he was sure of, whatever Maggie Walsh's plans were, regarding Buffy and her baby, he didn't think he could carry them through. He made a mental decision to appear to follow orders from now on, feeling he could be more help to the couple, on the case, rather than off it.
Buffy and Spike arrived at the Bronze, oblivious of the dangerous undercurrents which threatened their way of life. Spike held open the door.
"After you my lady," he said in his best imitation of an English gent.
"Thank you kind Sir," she mocked, as she walked through the door.
"See, the gangs all here," said Spike
"Yes, and you are going to play nicely tonight," she warned.
"Ok, it's just that Xander gets my back up, with his snarky little comments," he replied.
"Oh, now does that remind me of any one I know intimately?" she asked.
Spike looked up, Oz held up a hand to get Spike's attention.
Spike gave Buffy a quick hug.
"Look I have to go do something for a mate, you'll be okay for a little while?" he asked
"Sure, I'll go and sit with my friends, don't be long," she said.
"I'll try not to be," he muttered under his breath.
Spike disappeared back stage after Buffy walked off to join her friends; Oz joined him a few moments later.
"So, all set for the big debut?" asked Oz.
"If I still needed the bathroom, I'd be crapping myself by now," said Spike nervously.
"Nice," said Oz sarcastically.
"I mean it was okay when it was only one song, but a whole gig," said Spike
"Don't let me down now man," said Oz.
"Don't worry, I'm not about to back out," Spike reassured him.
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"Wow, Buffy you look beautiful tonight," said Xander admiringly.
Anya glared at Xander.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You didn't tell me I looked beautiful, Xander Harris,"
"Well of course you do," he said quickly.
"Do you still have feelings for Buffy?" she asked, ignoring his earlier comment.
"Don't be silly, you know you're the only girl for me," Xander replied
Anya turned her back on Xander, he sighed heavily.
"Sorry," Buffy mouthed silently at him.
"Hi Mom, Hi Giles, you're both looking very happy tonight," said Buffy.
"Oh we're just happy to join in your special occasion," said Giles giving her a hug.
"It's a little harder to get my arms around you these days," he joked.
"Yeah, I hope little Spike isn't going to be a big baby, just thinking about all those stitches makes my eyes sting, could you guys excuse me for a minute, I think I need a bathroom break," Buffy replied.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, it's always about her, sure you don't want a party to celebrate her going to the bathroom?" asked Anya.
"Come on now sweetie, we don't want to ruin the evening," said Xander.
"I'm just saying, why does it only seem to matter what Buffy does around here? Does any one ever have secret Birthday parties for you or I?" She complained.
Willow joined them at the table.
"There's a lot of sour faces around here, who died?" asked Willow
"No one, yet," said Anya glaring at her boyfriend.
"Good, just talked to Oz, the Dingoes will be playing in a moment, got a new band member for the evening, apparently Devon is sick," said Willow.
They all looked to the stage, watching as the guys set up the instruments on stage.
"So where is he then?" asked Xander
"Oh he's waiting back stage, he'll come on when they start their first number," Willow explained.
"Any one we know?" asked Buffy standing behind her friend.
Willow spun round.
"Oh, hi Buff, you look nice, the guy who's taking Devon's place, I think Oz said his name was Will Love," said Willow.
"Oh very original, one of those crappy stage names I'm sure of it," said Xander.
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, silenced as the lights went down and the band members came on stage and took up their instruments. Oz went up to the mike.
"Hi guys, great to be back, sorry Devon couldn't make it tonight, but I am sure you will be more than happy with our replacement, he is, Will Love!" said OZ.
Oz replaced the microphone and began the first strains of their opening number. Cheers went up around the room. Spike closed his eyes, made a silent prayer that he wouldn't bollocks the whole thing up and walked forward onto the stage.
Six people sat at the their table frozen in shock, Buffy dropped her orange juice on the floor. Xander was the first to recover.
"It's a joke right?" asked Xander.
Buffy looked at Willow.
"Did you know anything about this Will? Asked Buffy.
"No, I mean Oz mentioned a few weeks a go they were trying out this guy, but I'd never thought in a million years it would be Spike," said Willow.
"My night just got better, watching Spike humiliate himself, my favourite," said Xander, settling back in his seat.
Spike took the mike, Buffy held her breath, he began to sing,
"Not bad at all," said Giles
"Hidden talents, eh Buffy," said Willow
Buffy smiled in pleasure at the sound of her husband's voice and looked at Xander smugly.
"He's pretty good," Xander mumbled.
"What was that? Xander," asked Buffy feeling a little vengeful.
"I said he's good," said Xander loudly.
People got up on the floor and started dancing.
"That large group of girls at the front of the stage seem to like him too," said Anya
Buffy frowned and looked to the front of the stage, she recognised most of the girls from her poetry class at college.
"Looks like you have a little competition there, Buffy," joked Willow.
Buffy didn't smile, she made her way to the front of the stage, and she arched an eyebrow at her scheming spouse, and then gave him a brilliant smile. Spike was a little wary, as he's seen Buffy approach; her smile chased away all the fears he'd had about singing tonight, and he winked at her. The girls around Buffy let out a collective sigh, but they may as well been invisible for all the notice Spike took of them.
Willow joined Buffy at the front of the stage; she brought a stool with her.
"Thought you could do with a seat Buffy," she said
"Thanks Willow, is it just me or is he wonderful?" asked Buffy awed.
"No, I think he could definitely give Devon a run for his money," said Willow.
Buffy sat there absorbing every word.
"How did the search on William go?" asked Buffy.
"I'll show you some time, his poetry is er, interesting to say the least, but I got you this, no charge, call it an anniversary gift," said Willow.
She handed Buffy a gold gift bag. Buffy opened the bag and pulled out a sepia coloured print of a scholarly looking man with wild hair, and bookish little glasses.
"I asked you to look up something on William, not give me photos of Giles's ancestors," she joked, looking at the picture.
"Uh uh, look harder Buffy," said Willow.
Buffy's eyes widened.
"This is my William?" she asked
"Yep," said Willow.
"He looks so cute, in a Giles kinda way, thanks Willow you're the best," said Buffy.
"And don't forget it," said Willow, as she went back to watching Oz again.
Buffy giggled.
"What?" asked Willow wanting to share the joke.
"Does this make us groupies?" asked Buffy.
"And now for the final number of the night, I'd like to dedicate this song to the one I love, you know who you are," he said looking at Buffy.
Her face flushed with pleasure.
"This is a one off, but it's a sweet song and a favourite of my girl's, so here you go," he said
How do I. Get through one night without you. If I had to live without you. What kind of life would that be. Oh I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold. You are, My world, My heart, My soul. If you ever leave. Baby you would take away everything good in my life.
And tell me now. How do I live with out you. I want to know. How do I breathe with out you. If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive. Oh how do I, how do I live. Etc.
Spike finished the song, Oz looked truly pained, hoping this wouldn't ruin the Dingoes reputation permanently. He looked into the crowd and saw Buffy's tearful face and decided it had been worth it. They had played well and the audience had been appreciative. Spike replaced the mike and jumped off the stage. Buffy hopped down off her stool. They went into each other's arms and kissed.
"That was beautiful, Spike," she said.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you, but I'm glad you liked it, nearly chose "Wind beneath my wings," but I valued my unlife too much to risk it. He grinned.
"Oh, remind me of that lapse of taste, why don't you," she said slapping his rear hard.
"Ow what was that for?" he asked
"For being a bad boy," she said.
"Oh that's ok then," he said.
Slow music started up and Spike took her onto the dance floor.
"We'll take this easy love, wouldn't want to tire you and the baby out," he said gently.
"Didn't seem to have a problem with that earlier," she said, resting her head against his chest.
Spike laughter rumbled deep in his chest. Buffy smiled contentedly.
"You really are my world, my heart and my soul," she said quoting his song lyrics of earlier.
Spike kissed the top of her head.
"Mine too, except not quite maybe the soul bit, but you give me soul Buffy, enough for the both of us," he replied.
TBC