Title: Everytime We Touch: Chapter Four.
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.
Thank you Marzbar for reviewing:) Buffy will definitely have to realize she can't be a mommy all on her own. And that Spike is a hot daddy. :D
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"Buffy?" The redhead peered down at Buffy with an endearing smile. Concern written all over her face. So it was no surprise when emerald hues blinked awake and a small head nodded in answer, the powerful wicca felt a bolt of excitement coarse through her, "Hey! She's awake!" Willow shouted for everyone out of the room to hear. They'd all been worried. Wasn't everyday that Buffy ended up passing out onthe bathroom floor. Even when she was in college.
"Okay, Willz?" Buff started, "My head feels like it's going to explode. Mind taking the screaming down a knotch or gazillion?" Groaning, Buffy sat up and rubbed at the sides of her temples. Had she a bad dream? The way her head was pouding made it hard for the blonde Slayer to think of anything other than; ow, pain.
Dawn and Tara both came rushing into Joyce's old room. The youngest Summers joining her sister on the bed where a giant hug was in order. "How's your head?" Perching herself on her kees and resting her butt on the heels of her feet, Dawn made sure to not take her eyes off her sister. It wasn't that long since Buffy had come back. There was noway she'd lose her ever again.
"Feels like it was broken by a sledge hammer and then put back together by a hammer." God was she ever serious, too. It hurt like a bitch. The only other time she remembered her head feeling remotely like this was when Faith did the body switchero.
"Your head left a crack in the tiles of the bathroom." Dawn got a look from both witches who tried not to look amused at that outburst.
"It had it coming." Buffy tried to muster some kind of joke to relax everyone around her. They all seemed tense. As if they wanted to say something. Better yet; they seemed as if they wanted to ask something.
Letting her head fall back onto the soft pillow, Buffy knew that what she remembered seeing in the bathroom wasn't a nightmare. It was real. She was pregnanrt. But how? It made no sense. None what-so-ever. The last person she had had sex with was Spike. You do the math there. Dead vampire meant dead troops.
"So...?" It was Dawn that broke Buffy from her questionable thoughts. Her eyes intently fixing on her sister's. "Why didn't you tell us, you have a boyfriend? Or had...or...do you? Did you?" The teenager wanted answers. If her sister was pregnant, then by all means, she wanted to know about Buffy's boyfriend!
"I didn't and I don't." That left room for some strange stares.
"Wait, but it says you're pregnant." Dawn could feel the hardening stares from the two other woman in the room. Turning her head so baby blues were casted over her shoulders, Dawn saw the disapproved looks. She knew what was coming even before it was spoken.
"Dawnie, why don't you go and tell Xander that he doesn't need to come over, alright?" Willow offered as an excuse for innocent ears to not be apart of this conversation.
"I always miss the best." Grumbling, the lanky teen kissed Buffy's cheek and bounced off the bed as if she were five years old and bounded out of the room muttering about it not being fair.
Shutting the door for added privacy, Tara stood watch from her spot against the door. Dawn had a habit of creeping to closed doors and listening. If Buffy wasn't yet ready to share some details with her baby sister, then it would be so.
"When you saw Angel, you and he didn't..." It was Willow that piped up, slinking onto the bed with one leg tucked under her.
Buffy wasn't sure to be hurt or not at Willow's question. After the last time she had made love with Angel, only disaster came from it. "No, I didn't. I don't think I'd be sitting here as lax as I am now." Lax? That was a joke. Inside she was far from such a word as lax. Inside she was a ball of a mess. Emotions all tangled into one another. "I haven't been with Angel, or anyone of his caliber." All she had was Spike. Oh, yeah. Just go ahead and explain -that- one to them, she thought angrily. The anger wasn't even stemmed from Spike. It was coming from the fact that she knew if she told her friends, they'd snub their noses at her. Angel was a hard enough case to sway them with. Tell them that she was sleeping with a chipped vampire, no soul and well, you guessed it, they'd belittle her somehow.
"I just...well, we thought maybe, since you are pregnant and you did see Angel not too long ago, that, well...you know." It was Willow's way of apologizing without directly saying it as she did next, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insinuate that you'd put anyone in danger again. Especially not after..." Willow was cutoff.
"I should hope not." Kicking the covers off her feet, Buffy let the cool wooden flooring flush against her bare feet. Funny how after falling once, you were afraid to walk again. It would pass, but she had a lot on her mind at the moment. Too much even. "You didn't tell anyone else, did you? I'd rather keep this a secret." It was a mix of hormones that left Buffy short tempered, "Not sure what I wanna do yet."
"No. Not even Xander. Just told him you had a fall in the bathroom. I'll just make sure Dawnie plays along that you slipped while in the shower." It was all the redhead had to offer. There was still a trace of animosity within the small, tight knit group and with Buffy after being brought from where she imagined was Heaven.
"Thanks." With that said, the Slayer padded into her mother's old bathroom and closed the door. This time the reason for her kneeling over the white porcelain toilet was fear, not ordinary morning sickness. In this Slayer's case; night sickness.
She had a world of thinking to be done. Just as soon as she was done in the bathroom; again.
A/N: Figured there'd still be some tension and ill feelings between Buffy and the others after they brought her back. Add that with the hormones and voila! You have the ingredients for one emotional Slayer. Next chapter I promise will have Spike in it. I just wanted to get it out that Angel is -so- not the daddy here. This is a Spuffy fic, so Spuffy love all the way! Woot woot.
