Title: Everytime We Touch: Chapter Seven.
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.
A/N: I actually didn't think this story would have more than a few chapters. But now I know this is going to go on for a while. I have wide spread plans for this fic. So for all you faithful readers, keep on reading and reviewing. It definitely gets me motivated that you guys like it. :)
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I Yeah, definitely a BAD idea, /i Buffy thought when a pair of arms slapped his hands at either side of her face, and not one to like feeling boxed in as she was at the moment, Buffy placed palms face down to Spike's chest and gave the vampire a warning shove. Suddenly all her energy returned to her in one great wave.
"Then you know it's not a smart move to...to do what you did!" She barked at him. All the while a feral gleam to his eyes told her just how much he knew and how much he didn't. I Pfft, men! /i Watching Spike stumble back but catch himself, the Slayer knew his head was casted down a little low to give a more predative feel to his stance. "Cut it out, would you. Jerk!" She wanted him to say something. Anything. Anything other than just looking at her as if she'd betrayed him. I What? Why in the world does it hurt to think he thinks you betrayed him? /i Her brain and her logic screamed in unison.
A deeper, more menacing growl errupted from deep within Spike chest. He once again advanced towards Buffy. Only to find her not as eager to be back up against the steel pole. "Who's?" He outright asked. The anger clearly evident in his cold tone. It took every ounce of his self control, what most he had nower days, to not do something distructive as the demon under the surface was encouraging him to do.
"You swear up and down, left and right that you have one of the best noses out there, yet you can't smell someone on me?" Buffy threw at him.
"I do have a good nose." Spike managed to get out through gritted. Only to be cutoff.
"Yeah, you do. Which is why you don't smell anyone on me but you smell I'm pregnant." Was he not getting it? Undoubtedly he so wasn't.
"Are you insane woman? What in the name of hades are you off about? This is serious!" He warned her sharply. His feet now carried him to be face to face with her. Their noses only inches apart. Thinking he could actually scare the Slayer some, Spike found out the hard way he was wrong. On a lot of accounts.
"You don't smell anyone on me because I haven't slept with anyone other than you, jerk!" Shaking her head to keep herself focused, Buffy folded her arms over her chest in a trademark annoyed pose.
Baffled, Spike tried to wrap his head around what Buffy was insinuating. A look of utter blankness veiled his face.
"You! I have no idea and clealry you don't either, but you! Are you that dense?" As if she had the answer and realized she didn't need to ask him, Buffy shot her arms up in defeat before storming off for home. "When you get a clue, give me a call." She huffed, arms now once again resting over her chest as poor Spike was left looking more bewildered than he did outraged.
B . . . /b
Buffy had been gone for about an hour with Spike still standing in his spot, looking as if the world had just turned on it's axis, shook itself and everyone on it before finally shooting into orbit to a galaxy far, far away called Screwy, when suddenly it hit him.
And hit him hard.
"I'm gonna be a daddy?" Questioning the open air, he waited for an answer that would never come. At least not by anyone other than... i BUFFY! /I His mind shouted the name, his body reacting to the exclamation by hurrying over to Revello drive and knocking at the door urgently. For all his life's worth, he couldn't remember the last time smiling hurt when inside he could feel unbeating heart springing back to life in a more than cliché way. He knew he wasn't alive by any means. But somehow that didn't stop him from creating it.
I If this is a dream, allow me never to wake up for I have found my redemption. /i Part of William still existed in the vampire and always would.
"I'm gonna be a daddy." Spike repeated in glee, this time just as the door was opening and Dawn stood under the threshold. Teenage ears were like honing beacons and you bet your ass she heard him, and he knew it too by the way her mouth dropped.
-TBC (Ut-oh! Dawn knows. That means the whole world will know in a matter of hours. Mwahaha! Hope you guys liked the chapter. More to come soon.)
