CrossingShadowRiver 28/28 by dutchbuffy2305

Rating: R

Timeline: About ten years after season 5 of AtS; sequel of sorts to Crossing into UnchippedTerritory

Author's note: Thanks to my dear betas, ayinhara & mommanerd.

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Buffy's lazily splayed out on the bed, still in her silk robe. A new one, red and salmon, since the old one has too many terrible memories of the week with the other Spike. She's gained weight, looking sleeker than he's ever seen her since the first time he spotted her on the dance floor long ago, when she was seventeen years old, flush with her new found sexual powers. She's glowing and content at the moment, with less slaying urge than when she was pregnant, although she's been making some noises about getting back to it.

If anyone's earned some lazing about after seventeen years of unceasing slaying it's her. Spike thinks it's the breastfeeding that's making her so logy and sluggish and privately, he thinks she should go on with it for a long time yet.

He can't get enough of her hot full flesh and her lazy greediness for his body. His favorite is fucking her from behind or licking her while she breastfeeds. At first she was embarrassed about her heightened sensuality at that time, feeling it took way from Phoenix, but Spike has convinced her that the baby's never happier suckling than when his mother is utterly relaxed and enjoying herself.

Phoenix is lying next to Buffy, sleeping the sleep of the innocent and the utterly full of belly, a trickle of milk he's possetted up drying on his plump pink cheek. Spike can't resist giving him a quick peck and a sniff, just to feel the silky softness of his skin under his lips and smell his milky baby smell.

He opens up Buffy's robe and takes her in as she lies there, amused and proud under his hungry gaze. Her breasts are full and ripe, the nipples and areolas dark and distended.

"Slayer, you're my ripe wicked..." he takes her breast in his mouth and strokes the underside with his thumb. Buffy half-closes her eyes like a cat. If Slayers could purr, she would.

He opens her willing legs and glories in the sight of her pussy, already swollen and sweet for him He teases the dark pink folds open, glistening and full. The tremors in her thighs and the quickening of her breath confirm that she's there with him. A hand slides up his belly with teasing slowness and tweaks his nipple. He arches his back and shudders. Together they slip him out of his suddenly chafing and unnecessary clothes.

Before Buffy allows his straining needy cock to enter her she puts a pillow next to Phoenix' head, so that he won't catch an inadvertent glimpse of his parents having happy sweaty sex. Spike thinks this is nonsense, but if this is the last bastion of her American prudishness it's fine with him. Her cunt grips him with its velvet glove; the steel beneath it is growing stronger again every day, due to diligent exercise, mostly with Spike's more than willing cooperation.

There's no hurry, no urgency, and Spike loses all sense of time while he languidly slides in and out of Buffy's hot cunt. Her orgasms follow one another like little earthquakes, slowly climbing up the Richter scale until he decides he has to come right now and speeds up to a fast and frenzied finale, hearing his own involuntary shout echoed in Buffy's surprised screams.

"Well, that was...unexpected," she says, stroking his neck as he lies limp and spent over her warm buttery curves. "Were you extra glad to see me?"

Spike licks some salt off her neck. "Yeah. I guess. I know I am. Seeing Willow and Tara this morning was sad. Brought home to me how lucky we are, how well things ended. Phoenix. You 'n me still together. Could have gone wrong in so many ways."

"What about…what about your other errand this morning?" she says, the tremor in her voice audible only to him.

"Dawn? I was just in time to catch her before left. She was packing up all her stuff."

"Is she okay?"

He nods. "Yeah. Said she was looking forward to picking up her life again."

Buffy's silent but he senses all kinds of feelings milling around in her brain.

"You gonna call her sometime?" he asks.

Buffy bites her lip. "I guess. Not yet, I still get really weirded out when I think of her."

"Yeah."

Spike tries not to think of what else happened this morning but his cock stiffens shamefully inside Buffy. He did it for Dawn, but there's some part of him, kept hidden for years, that got off on it. He can never tell Buffy. He doesn't want to. He did it to close the book between him and Dawn. It was compassionate, but perhaps not wise. He's never been about wise, has he, and he can accept that, but he doesn't ever want to hurt Buffy. They've hurt each other enough. They have their son now, who means another kind of immortality for him and a means of longed-for normality for Buffy. He's both glad and sorry Dawn put a halt to it, but he knows what his intentions were, and for Buffy it wouldn't matter that he didn't go through with it.

Fortune has favored them, although she has a nasty crooked way of getting about it.

Buffy smiles at him. "Our last night in England. Let's make it good one, honey."

Spike grins and nips at the tender place beneath her ear.

"As ever your willing slave, madam."

END