Title: The Minister's Daughter

Summary: A/U Buffy is the minister's daughter. A British boy, William aka Spike, comes to live with them for a while. He finds himself falling helplessly in love with her, and she finds herself doing the same. But something from her past stops her from being with him.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of them. Not even my baby Spike. It's very sad really; some of you feel my pain. The pain of not owning Spike. Spike belongs to Joss. I want to be Joss. He owns the sexiest vampire . . . walking.

.:A/N:. Wow. It has sure been long, hasn't it? Okay, well, as usual, Audrina16 helped a lot. This chapter is a bit NC-17 though, so there's a warning. I know you're not supposed to put it up on here. But its nothing overly bad.

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Buffy and Spike walked back to the Summers house, hand in hand. Buffy's stomach was fully satisfied with the food Spike had graciously bought for her. 'He really knows how to take care of me,' she thought. 'He'd make . . . No he's going to make be a good father for your baby Buffy.'

"What are you thinking pet?"

"Just . . . I don't know, thinking about how great of a daddy you're going to be," Buffy said.

"Don't even get me started on what kind of mother you will be," Spike said, kissing the top of her head.

"Do we have to go home?"

"I think its best luv," Spike said. "You and little bit need to get some rest."

"Little bit? If you even think for one minute that I'm calling her that . . ."

Spike chuckled, "I was thinking something like Amanda."

"Amanda? I love that name."

"Then should we?" Spike asked.

"Well, it would be better then calling her her all of the time," Buffy laughed. "Its about time she got a name. Amanda it is."

Spike smiled and squeezed Buffy's hand tighter as the two neared the entrance to the house. Once reaching the door, Spike turned to face Buffy and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. He wrapped his arms around her petit body, bringing her closer and she had one hand running through his hair.

"Buffy Anne Summers its midnight and what are you doing with this rapist?" Hank shouted grabbing Buffy's arm and pulling her away from Spike.

"Dad ouch," she cried in pain. He let her go and she started rubbing her arms. "It's not what you think"

"I love her Hank I would never hurt her and I don't care what you think of me but I will always love your daughter."

"You're gone as soon as you get up, I'm sending you back to wherever the hell you came from and away from my daughter. And you don't have to worry about that baby, it's going to a nice home"

"Daddy no," Buffy screamed, tears down her face holding her stomach. Spike looked at Buffy. She wanted her baby, she didn't want anyone else to raise Amanda but her and Spike.

"You can't do that. If Buffy wants her baby she's going to keep it. What kind of father would send their own granddaughter away?" Spike shouted and without even thinking Hank punched Spike in the face.

"Daddy!"

"If it was up to me I'd have kicked you out already, but Joyce said another chance. Go to your room Buffy and stay there. You have your things picked up because come morning your out!" Hank said and pushed Buffy into the house.

"What are you doing why can't you be more caring? I love him, you can't stop me because if you make me give up my baby I'll run away and you'll never find me or my baby!" She screamed. She new this wasn't good for the baby but she couldn't help it.

"Luv, calm down," Spike said. He saw Buffy's hand move to her stomach and went to her side.

"Don't you touch her!" Hank said, pushing Spike away from Buffy. "Your nothing more than a rapist that prays on young girls."

"Stop it just stop! I hate you daddy I hate you!" she screamed, racing upstairs and slamming her door. She threw herself on the bed and cried. She heard more yelling downstairs then two rooms doors slamming. "Spike," she cried.

After spending about ten minutes crying and calming herself down she heard a light tap on the door. As she opened it she saw Spike smiling, or giving off a fake smile

"Spike," she cried throwing her arms over his neck. "I can't do this Spike, you can't leave me. I'm nothing with out you please don't go."

"SHH come let's go."

"Where?"

"If this is the last time I see you I want to make it an awesome night."

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(.:a/n:. I wasn't sure where this was going to take place. But, it obviously can't take place in her room, so I'm going to just make it in a motel. Is that okay?)

Buffy and Spike laid in the bed holding each other. He had gotten a motel room for the night with some money he had. Buffy was saddened; she couldn't believe her dad would send away the only thing that ever made her happy. The only person she'd ever love. The father of her unborn child.

"Promise me you'll love me and never forget me," Buffy said, tilting her head to connect eyes with Spike.

"Promise."

He leaned down and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands were wrapped around her waist and she crawled on top of him, moving closer and deepening the kiss. Her hands ruffled his blonde hair, creating curls.

"I want you," Spike said.

"I want you too," she whispered. "I want you so bad." She unbuttoned his shirt, ripping it off. "I need to be close to you Spike."

He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed the tops of her breasts. He smirked as she moaned in pleasure. He slid her bra down her satiny skin and sucked and licked on her pink nipples until she cried out in passion. He stopped and looked at her closed eyes, a wonderful smile on her face, taking his breath away. She opened her eyes, her hands running down his bare skin. She kissed and nipped down his torso. He moaned as her hands moved down and she unzipped his pants.

"Wait," he whispered into her ear. He flipped her over and slid down her body, planting small kisses on her torso as he went. "I want to make you feel pleasure."

Pulling her legs apart, he thrust his tongue inside of her. She screamed in pleasure. "Oh god Spike! I need you please. I want you inside of me now," she said nearly begging.

He smiled and she smirked, tugging at his hands pulling at the zipper, pulling them down. "What's the hurry?" he laughed.

"I want you." She smiled, trying to catch her breath.

Soon his pants were gone, along with his boxers.

"Spike, do you have a condom?"

He nodded and rolled onto his side, grabbed his pants and pulled out a black condom. He slipped it on and then settled between her silken thighs.

"Spike. Spike," she said.

"What luv?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you. You know that."

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it."

He smiled as he pushed himself inside her. "Ah," he moaned.

She moaned. "Harder please, harder," she cried in pleasure.

"I missed this," he whispered, barely loud enough so she didn't hear.

After moving together and moaning, they finally both reached the point of ecstasy. Spike pulled out and rolled onto the side of her. Then, not too soon after that he had fallen asleep. She couldn't sleep. She tried, but she just couldn't. Tonight was perfect. More than perfect. But facing reality in the morning was something that brought tears to Buffy's eyes. She wanted the rest of her life to be like tonight. Her and Spike together. Somewhere inside her she knew that they would never split. That they would be together. She only hoped her feeling was right.