Title: Everytime We Touch: Chapter One.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in season six, Spike and Buffy find themselves in the Bronze once again. Spike wants to have 'his' Slayer relax after a strenuous night. I know, not the most original, but I needed some Spiffy(Spuffy as my bestfriend, who this is for, dubbed it.) action to write. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here. Save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Lyrics are copyrighted to their respected owners and blah, blah, blah. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
Pairings: Spike/Buffy.
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"Ugh, that is so it. I am never eating anything else that I personally don't make at that god awful place." Buffy mumbled with the sound of water running from the faucet of the sink. Her hands pooled with the cold liquid before splashing against her paled face.
Searching blindly for a towel, Buffy felt the urge to upheave once more, but willed it back down reminding herself that after an hour in the bathroom, she likely had nothing else to vomit out other than her organs.
Towel drying her face, Buffy glanced once more in the mirror before groaning audibly at the sound of someone's fist pounding away on the other side of the door.
"Buffy! Will you hurry up! People other than you need to use the bathroom. I have to pee and if you don't open the door, I'll go in your room." Dawn huffed angrily, glaring at the closed door.
"Just give me a second, Dawn. I'll be out in a second, jeeze." There was one last thing she had to do before she was finished.
And that one thing was more dreadful to the blonde than any apocolypse or impending doomed fate for her.
Well, technically if the results came back the way she hoped they wouldn't, then it would be a fate worse than death.
Out of all her years as Slayer, Buffy never felt more completely terrified than she did right now. Even when death was slapped on the pages of books written centuries ago and thrusted in her face, Buffy didn't shake as much as she was doing now. The tiny plastic test came into focus for the Slayer as did the pink plus sign that meant, "I'm pregnant." It was the last thing that Buffy said before unconsciousness took hold. Her small body falling back onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Buffy?" Dawn tried once and got no response. "Buffy, if you don't answer I'm coming in." Again just silence. Then, "I swear you better not be naked." Forcing her way into the bathroom, luckily for the spare key she stole, which was beginning to be a habit, Dawn was greeted with the sight of her sister sprawled out on the floor, hand clutching the pregnancy test. "WILLOW!" The youngest Summers belted out, falling to her knees at her sister's side, "You better not be dead again. There's only so many times someone can come back without looking like a Resident Evil reject." Dawn jested with absolute affection, hands brushing hair from Buffy's face just as Willow skidded into the room.
"What happened, Dawnie?" As if the brunette was either the cause or sonmehow knew why their Slayer was out cold. Luckily for the teenager she had an inkling as to the reason.
"Iono. But..." Holding the pregnancy test up, Dawn coyly smiled, "...maybe this has something to do with it?" When the redhead caught sight of the test, she felt her own stance waver.
A/N: TBC and I know it's probably been done countless times, but I wanted to do a Spuffy pregnancy story. Don't worry there'll be a happy ending. I promise. Just expect some angst, kay?
