Author: Buffy 21
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: What can I say - Joss and Mutant Enemy own the characters and I own the story.
Chapter 10
Faith gave birth to a baby boy who weighed in at 8 lbs. 10 oz. The baby was named Robin Wood, Jr. and had already been nicknamed RJ. Robin was so proud that he strutted around like a peacock for a week.
Buffy, Brianna and Dawn went to visit with Faith and the baby and also to see if she needed anything. Faith said that she was fine and she appreciated the company since Robin had gone to a principals' conference and wouldn't be home until late. Faith had RJ's bassinet set up in the living room, to keep him close to her, in case he needed her.
Buffy picked up the baby to admire him, "Hi sweetheart, I'm your Aunt Buffy. You're such a pretty boy," she said, speaking softly to RJ.
"He is a handsome baby," Dawn said.
"Thanks Dawn," Faith replied.
"You're welcome. Just let me know when you need me to baby-sit."
"I will, thanks."
Tugging on the hem of her mother's shirt, Brianna wanted to get a look at the baby.
"Mommy, let me see."
Buffy sat down on the sofa so that her daughter could see RJ.
"He's a pretty baby, just like Aunt Cordy's baby, Mommy."
"Yes, he is sweetie."
"Thanks, little B."
"Welcome," Brianna said, shyly.
Brianna then gave RJ a kiss on his small cheek.
"Mommy, can we have a baby like him?"
"Well sweetie, Mommy would love to, but . . ."
Buffy had her daughter's undivided attention as she spoke, but then Faith interrupted her.
"Yeah B, when are you and Spike going to have another kid? I know you guys still have a lot of 'uhn' left in you."
"Eww!" Dawn replied.
"We do, but . . ."
"Little B is dying for a little brother or sister."
"I know. She's made that abundantly clear ever since Cordy had her baby."
"And . . .?" Faith inquired.
"It's complicated."
Waving her hand, Faith said, "It'll happen, you'll see."
"I guess," Buffy replied, then changed the subject.
Later that night . . .
Buffy told Spike all about her visit with Faith and RJ and about Brianna's request for a brother or sister.
"It's only natural, luv."
"I know. But it was a miracle that we had her."
"Well sweetness, it's out of our hands. No need to stress yourself out about it."
"You're right," she said with a sigh.
"Now, how about we talk about more pleasurable things," he said, kissing her neck and shoulders.
"Mmm . . . like what?" Buffy asked coyly.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of Spike's cool lips on her skin.
"I changed my mind, I don't want to talk at all. You're so bloody beautiful," he said in a husky voice.
Having said that, Spike drew Buffy into a passionate kiss and she threw her arms around his neck as it became more heated. Spike broke it off long enough to pull her gown off over her head and fondle her bare breasts. Stroking her nipples with his thumbs, Spike caressed them until they became hard peaks. Buffy moaned and arched her back to get closer to his talented hands. He then drew one of her nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked on it, making Buffy gasp sharply.
She reached for his thick shaft, gently gripping it and began moving her hand up and down its velvety length. Spike moved his hips in time with her hand, meeting each stroke. He soon felt his orgasm becoming imminent and put his hand down over hers.
"Luv . . . stop . . . want to come . . . inside you," he panted.
Buffy removed her hand from his hardened length and lay back on the pillows. Spike drew her into a bruising kiss and began working his way down her body; she responded by spreading her thighs. Spike ripped her panties off and tossed them to the floor. Using his thumb, he flicked her clit, sending shock waves through her body, which made her moan loudly. He inserted two fingers into her opening and began sliding them in and out of her; the pleasure was so intense that Buffy gripped the bedding in her fists. After a few minutes, she screamed as her orgasm came crashing down on her; then Spike withdrew his fingers and licked them.
"Mmm . . . you taste good, pet."
He sat back on his heels and began stroking himself to prepare for the next part of their dance. Spike spread Buffy's thighs wider apart, then lowered himself on top of her and, with one swift motion, plunged deep into her center; she gasped loudly from the sensation. He thrust slowly at first, but picked up the pace when Buffy lifted her hips to meet each movement. She pulled him into a kiss as their bodies moved in sync, then brought her legs up and wrapped them around Spike's hips, allowing him deeper access.
Breaking off the kiss to catch her breath, Buffy threw her head back, exposing her neck to Spike, as she started to come. Digging her nails into his skin, Buffy drew blood and the smell of it brought Spike's demon to the fore and he vamped out. He sank his fangs into her neck and drank deeply as he relentlessly rammed into her. Buffy screamed his name when he thrust his hips one last time, bringing them both to an earth-shattering orgasm.
Spike held her tightly against him as he came, moaning loudly against her neck. Once their orgasms subsided, he withdrew his fangs from Buffy's neck and lathed the puncture wounds as he changed back to his human visage. The lovers lay together, exhausted and panting, with Spike still buried deep inside her.
"Wow! . . . What came . . . over you?" Buffy asked, panting.
"I bloody well . . . can't get enough . . . of you."
"I love you . . . Spike."
"I love . . . you too, baby."
"I hope . . . I can still walk," she said, trying to steady her breathing.
"You'll be fine Slayer. When all's said and done, we both know that you like it rough."
Spike pulled out of her and rolled over in bed beside her. He cradled Buffy in his arms and gave her a tender kiss before they fell into a blissful sleep.
TBC . . .