Another Beginning
Chp.10
Do You Think.
Disclaimer and all other info is in the first chapter
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Spike carried Buffy to their room, gently laid her down on the red and black satin covered bed. He leans over and brushes his lips over her forehead as he lies down beside her, and places his right hand on her stomach.
Watching as he lays his hand where their child is growing inside of her, Buffy lays a hand on top of his, lacing her fingers with her mates.
"So, what are you thinking of all of this news?" She asks hesitantly, as she looks into his eyes for the first time since they'd come into the room. Scared that his initial reaction was just that, a reaction. He seemed ecstatic about it, but that could've just been him reacting the way that he thought she wanted him to. She just wanted to make sure that he wasn't having second thoughts, and regret it when it finally hit him. That is if she really was preggers, and god she wanted to be.
Looking over to his mate, and seeing the anxiousness in her eyes, he replies. "Why do you ask, Luv?" He squeezes the fingers that are laced with his on her stomach, lightly. "Do you think that I wouldn't want this? I already told you that I thought I'd never have anything close to what we have, unless you count a siring, which really isn't the same at all, if you look at it. Buffy, you've given me something I never in a million years thought I could have, you give me reason to want to live, even if I'm not entirely, and totally human, I want this. I want you, this child, and the life we can have together. I'm bloody." trying to think of a word to describe the emotions he feels, he can't finish, and sighs deeply. "I don't even rightly know if there's a word for what I feel at this moment, Pet. Let's just say if I were Angel, I'd be Angelus right now. That's how happy you've made me."
Slowly letting the breath she'd been holding, since he started talking, Buffy smiles, sweetly at him. "Well, I'm sooo glad you're not Angel then." She replies, trying to lighten the seriousness of the moment.
Spike chuckles into her shoulder, where his head had been resting as he waited for her reply. "I bloody well am too, I definitely wouldn't want him to get this happy." He says, lifting his head up to look in her watery, green eyes. Leaning closer to her, smiling, he rolls to his side, and taking his hand from where it was entangled with Buffy's on her stomach, he reaches up to clear a strand of hair from her cheek. "So beautiful." He whispers leaning as close as he can to her and placing a kiss on her lips. "Wanna make love to you." Still whispering as he pulls away from her lips.
Reaching up and running her had over his cheek, she looks in his darkening eyes. "Who's stopping you?" She asks in a quiet, and husky voice.
"Not a bloody soul, but." He says as he places his hand back on her stomach and rubs it gently. Trying to get his point across without voicing his worries.
"Spike you can't hurt me or the baby, there's no need to worry about that. Anyway, if I am pregnant it wouldn't be any bigger than a grain of rice." She explains, rolling her eyes, and smirking slightly.
"Really?" He says as sarcastically as he can. "It's not that, Princess. I know I can't harm you or the kid, it's just." He trails off, not sure of how to express what he wanted, and getting frustrated because of the lack of words he usually has no problem with. His frustration leads to exasperation, and he just gives up on explaining and kisses her as passionately as he can.
This kiss was just so passionate and sudden that it took Buffy's breath away. She'd had been wanting this, wanting him since she had gotten up out of bed this morning, but they didn't have the time seeing as her appointment was at nine, and they'd happened to sleep until eight thirty. She'd barely had time to get ready. Now she only wished he wouldn't stop with just the kiss.
Just as she thought that he was gonna quit, she suddenly feels his hand slide down her side and under the edge of her shirt. "MMM" She moans as he places his warm hand on her stomach and lightly starts to rub her side with his thumb.
Totally forgetting his misgivings of a few moments before, Spike slides his hand a bit further up her shirt, making her moan just a little louder. Spurred on by the moaning he goes a little farther and slips it under the scrap of lace she supposedly calls a bra to capture a soft, and round globe in the palm of his hand. Hearing her breathe out a sigh of "Please," as he squeezes and manipulates her soft, flushed skin. He smiles, and grows hard in his tight jeans, just that one word, and he had forgotten about everything, but the pleasure he was going to give his mate.
He abruptly breaks off the kiss, as he moves his lips from her mouth, down to her chin, across her cheek to the valley of her neck in search of the vein on the side of it.
Moving her head to the side, so he can have better access to her jugular, she feels his lips part to lick the mark he left on her when he claimed her over a month ago. His tongue laves it lovingly, and slowly. It makes her want more as the torture of every little tingle that runs down her body every time his tongue touches her heated skin. She suddenly feels a pin prickling sensation, which makes her flinch a tiny bit.
Feeling her flinch, Spike retracts his fangs from her throat, and looks at her with his game face still at the fore, concern written in his golden eyes for her. "Did I hurt you, Luv?" He asks sincerely, breathing heavily as if he'd just run a marathon.
Seeing the worry and concern in his eyes, as she looks up at him, "No, baby. You just took me by surprise is all." She replies honestly, and sees the concern leave his eyes just as quickly as it appeared.
He nods his head at her and goes back to laving his marks with his tongue. Gently placing his fangs back into the mark, he slightly draws a small mouthful of blood from her. When he tastes all of her, he hardens more, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans.
He removes his fangs from her neck just as gently as he had placed them there. "I need you." He whispers, as he lifts her shirt from her body.
Buffy had been waiting for those words to be uttered from his lips, as he pulled her shirt away from her and kissed her shoulder. She'd returned the favor, and removed his shirt, after hers was balled up and thrown across the room. She lightly ran her fingers down his well-defined chest and over his hard stomach, to the buckle of his belt and started to undo it. Finally getting the buckle loose, because it was between her body and his, it was a difficult task, but someone had to do it, right? She places her hand inside after sliding the zipper down and undoing the button at the top of the entirely to tight jeans, by the feel of how hard he is. She feels exactly how much he needs her as she wraps her tiny little hand around him. She gasps, a breathy little "Oh!"
"Told you I needed you." He chuckles, at the look on her face, then becomes serious as he says, "Only you." In a predatory growl and rolls on top of her.
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(Well some one wanted more Spuffyness, so here you go. I hope you liked it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. I also gave you guys an extra long chappy, because it was a totally Spuffy chappy, with no one else but them.)
Thank you willowrose16 and everyone else that has reviewed, for the total encouragement, and spurring me on and not let this story have to wait for a while.
Please review and let me know how you liked all the Spuffy goodness of the chappy.
Chp.10
Do You Think.
Disclaimer and all other info is in the first chapter
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Spike carried Buffy to their room, gently laid her down on the red and black satin covered bed. He leans over and brushes his lips over her forehead as he lies down beside her, and places his right hand on her stomach.
Watching as he lays his hand where their child is growing inside of her, Buffy lays a hand on top of his, lacing her fingers with her mates.
"So, what are you thinking of all of this news?" She asks hesitantly, as she looks into his eyes for the first time since they'd come into the room. Scared that his initial reaction was just that, a reaction. He seemed ecstatic about it, but that could've just been him reacting the way that he thought she wanted him to. She just wanted to make sure that he wasn't having second thoughts, and regret it when it finally hit him. That is if she really was preggers, and god she wanted to be.
Looking over to his mate, and seeing the anxiousness in her eyes, he replies. "Why do you ask, Luv?" He squeezes the fingers that are laced with his on her stomach, lightly. "Do you think that I wouldn't want this? I already told you that I thought I'd never have anything close to what we have, unless you count a siring, which really isn't the same at all, if you look at it. Buffy, you've given me something I never in a million years thought I could have, you give me reason to want to live, even if I'm not entirely, and totally human, I want this. I want you, this child, and the life we can have together. I'm bloody." trying to think of a word to describe the emotions he feels, he can't finish, and sighs deeply. "I don't even rightly know if there's a word for what I feel at this moment, Pet. Let's just say if I were Angel, I'd be Angelus right now. That's how happy you've made me."
Slowly letting the breath she'd been holding, since he started talking, Buffy smiles, sweetly at him. "Well, I'm sooo glad you're not Angel then." She replies, trying to lighten the seriousness of the moment.
Spike chuckles into her shoulder, where his head had been resting as he waited for her reply. "I bloody well am too, I definitely wouldn't want him to get this happy." He says, lifting his head up to look in her watery, green eyes. Leaning closer to her, smiling, he rolls to his side, and taking his hand from where it was entangled with Buffy's on her stomach, he reaches up to clear a strand of hair from her cheek. "So beautiful." He whispers leaning as close as he can to her and placing a kiss on her lips. "Wanna make love to you." Still whispering as he pulls away from her lips.
Reaching up and running her had over his cheek, she looks in his darkening eyes. "Who's stopping you?" She asks in a quiet, and husky voice.
"Not a bloody soul, but." He says as he places his hand back on her stomach and rubs it gently. Trying to get his point across without voicing his worries.
"Spike you can't hurt me or the baby, there's no need to worry about that. Anyway, if I am pregnant it wouldn't be any bigger than a grain of rice." She explains, rolling her eyes, and smirking slightly.
"Really?" He says as sarcastically as he can. "It's not that, Princess. I know I can't harm you or the kid, it's just." He trails off, not sure of how to express what he wanted, and getting frustrated because of the lack of words he usually has no problem with. His frustration leads to exasperation, and he just gives up on explaining and kisses her as passionately as he can.
This kiss was just so passionate and sudden that it took Buffy's breath away. She'd had been wanting this, wanting him since she had gotten up out of bed this morning, but they didn't have the time seeing as her appointment was at nine, and they'd happened to sleep until eight thirty. She'd barely had time to get ready. Now she only wished he wouldn't stop with just the kiss.
Just as she thought that he was gonna quit, she suddenly feels his hand slide down her side and under the edge of her shirt. "MMM" She moans as he places his warm hand on her stomach and lightly starts to rub her side with his thumb.
Totally forgetting his misgivings of a few moments before, Spike slides his hand a bit further up her shirt, making her moan just a little louder. Spurred on by the moaning he goes a little farther and slips it under the scrap of lace she supposedly calls a bra to capture a soft, and round globe in the palm of his hand. Hearing her breathe out a sigh of "Please," as he squeezes and manipulates her soft, flushed skin. He smiles, and grows hard in his tight jeans, just that one word, and he had forgotten about everything, but the pleasure he was going to give his mate.
He abruptly breaks off the kiss, as he moves his lips from her mouth, down to her chin, across her cheek to the valley of her neck in search of the vein on the side of it.
Moving her head to the side, so he can have better access to her jugular, she feels his lips part to lick the mark he left on her when he claimed her over a month ago. His tongue laves it lovingly, and slowly. It makes her want more as the torture of every little tingle that runs down her body every time his tongue touches her heated skin. She suddenly feels a pin prickling sensation, which makes her flinch a tiny bit.
Feeling her flinch, Spike retracts his fangs from her throat, and looks at her with his game face still at the fore, concern written in his golden eyes for her. "Did I hurt you, Luv?" He asks sincerely, breathing heavily as if he'd just run a marathon.
Seeing the worry and concern in his eyes, as she looks up at him, "No, baby. You just took me by surprise is all." She replies honestly, and sees the concern leave his eyes just as quickly as it appeared.
He nods his head at her and goes back to laving his marks with his tongue. Gently placing his fangs back into the mark, he slightly draws a small mouthful of blood from her. When he tastes all of her, he hardens more, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans.
He removes his fangs from her neck just as gently as he had placed them there. "I need you." He whispers, as he lifts her shirt from her body.
Buffy had been waiting for those words to be uttered from his lips, as he pulled her shirt away from her and kissed her shoulder. She'd returned the favor, and removed his shirt, after hers was balled up and thrown across the room. She lightly ran her fingers down his well-defined chest and over his hard stomach, to the buckle of his belt and started to undo it. Finally getting the buckle loose, because it was between her body and his, it was a difficult task, but someone had to do it, right? She places her hand inside after sliding the zipper down and undoing the button at the top of the entirely to tight jeans, by the feel of how hard he is. She feels exactly how much he needs her as she wraps her tiny little hand around him. She gasps, a breathy little "Oh!"
"Told you I needed you." He chuckles, at the look on her face, then becomes serious as he says, "Only you." In a predatory growl and rolls on top of her.
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(Well some one wanted more Spuffyness, so here you go. I hope you liked it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. I also gave you guys an extra long chappy, because it was a totally Spuffy chappy, with no one else but them.)
Thank you willowrose16 and everyone else that has reviewed, for the total encouragement, and spurring me on and not let this story have to wait for a while.
Please review and let me know how you liked all the Spuffy goodness of the chappy.