Title: Everytime We Touch: Chapter Eight.

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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Dawn, who was never the brightest crayon out of the box, let out a squeal. Not at seeing Spike, although he would have very much preferred that at the time, but at his news. "You're gonna be a daddy? That's insane!" And it was. But this was Sunnydale, where the insane came to reek insanity and other not-so-fun stuff on it's local residence. "And totally friggin neat!" Up and down she jumped, moving away from the door since Spike had an invite in already.

Spike, looking as if his mouth should be wedging itself between his teeth, blinked repeatedly, "Um, what Nibblet?" He was trying to get his bearings straight, "Why's it neat?" This was not looking good for the vampire. If Dawn knew, then the world would know in as little time as it took for Buffy to burn water. Fearing the worst, Spike prepared himself for the inevitable conclusion where Dawn spitted out...

"You and Buffy are both having kids! At the same time. They could grow up together!" Clapping her hands over her face that was hurting from the amount of grinning being done, Dawn slammed the door shut after the confused vampire stepped in.

Confused was right.

"Oh my god! If ones a boy and the other's a girl, they could get married!" She exclaimed.

Was Dawn really not getting it? Granted it had taken him a while to get, only because he was sure he couldn't father a child... well, Dawn should know better with who her sister was. And would soon be.

Deciding to go with Clueless' notion, Spike nodded. "Never thought of that, Bit. Thanks f' thinkin' of it. Now, where's big sis? I'd like to tell her the news m'self.:" Forcing a smile and holding in the laughter that wanted to overtake him at the innocence Dawn just demonstreted, Spike took the steps two at a time, getting half way up before he turned to whisper, "Don't go tellin' no one, Bit. Have to keep it hush hush because of who I am. Got it?" When he was satisfied with the eager nod she gave, he continued up the staircase.

For someone who didn't need to breath, suddenly the lack of breathing was making him more nervous as he paused just outside Buffy's bedroom door.

I You can do this, mate. Jus' hafta gather enough courage to knock on that there door, whisk her into your arms and kiss her! /I So much for wishful thinking. When his hand came up, balled into a fist to knock, he hadn't been paying that much of attention because soon he was knocking not against solide wood, but solid flesh of a Slayer's forehead.

"It's not me who needs their head examined, Spike. It's you." Buffy stated and pulled the ties to her robe together. She was already in her pajamas? Damn, he really must've been outside a long time.

Pajamas and wet hair. Wet hair and damp skin that smelt of vanilla and a hint of jasmine. With his nostrils flaring again, Spike took in allt he scents that combined to make Buffy. Lingering on the one that claimed her as his. I Claimed? /I Part of his innerself questioned, as another little voice answered, I She's yours now. She's carrying your child. That marks her as yours to any vampire or demon out there. Even mortal if they know what's best f'um. She's all yours. Even Nancy Boy can't argue. Oh, but wha'fun it be to see'um! /I Smiling in satisfaction, the bleached blond found himself coming back to reality by a pull of his shirt collar into the bedroom, door shutting.

"God, stare problem much?" Buffy covered up more, trying to be as decent as she could. "Did you finally get it? That you're..." At his confirmed nod, Buffy sighed in relief. Sinking to the edge of her bed and pushing a strand of unruly wet lock from her face. "It's about time. Only took you..."

Spike was unable to help himself. There was too much passion and joy rushing through his veins to keep him at bay. Immediately he stepped up to Buffy and locked lips. Gentle at first. Announcing his apology for earlier. Fot not believing her. At the response to his lips, the gentleness eased away. Replaced by a hungry urgency. The need to reclaimed Buffy as his, to let her know how much he needed and...yes, loved her, consumed him like a wild fire.

With his fingers pressed around the top of his Slayer's shoulders, Spike eased Buffy back onto the bed. Their tongues entwined still, as their mouths battled for dominance. A battle neither won when their mouths were driven apart. This was definitely wrong. But she had already come this far. It wouldn't change anything if she just gave into temptation now. Right?

Like often enough when she found herself worked into a maze of lust and passion like this, the whole world faded. Which meant where she was and who was around to catch wind of their doings.

"Spike..." Buffy panted, her mouth hanging open as tiny fingers skilled to the tips worked their way inbetween their bodies to pull at the belt on Spike's pants. "...need you." She moaned out finally, biting on her lower lip as the belt was loosened from denim holds. Seeing the opportunity to have a little bit of fun, Spike snatched the belt from his Slayer's hand before she tossed it across the room.

"Not jus' yet, luv." There was a glint of mischieve in his baby blues, and his hands spoke volumes of what he had in store for the rest of the night. Like Buffy did, he did. His hand slipped between them to untie the sash around the narrow waist of the blonde. "Never saw you in you're pajamas before, pet. Gotta say, it's a treat." Wriggled brows came as the sash was loosened and each end fell to the side, allowing a free hand to roam between the ends of the robe and part them. Cold flesh meeting heated flesh.

Buffy sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his fingers trace over her tummy and down towards an area she wanted much more attention.

Two long fingers wrapped themselves around golden hairs. Tugging at them just for a bit of pleasure and pain. And Buffy enjoyed it. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, eyes fluttered close. "You're going t'open those eyes in a few." Spike never allowed her to keep her eyes shut. Incase she imaged someone else. His ego refused to allow Buffy the privilage of that. Even if he knew she wouldn't dare.

"Uh huh." Was all she could murmur out in agree. The feel of his hands running now between her inner thighs was stirring the knot inside her tummy. Tightening it in anticipation. Unaware of Spike's other hand, Buffy let the pleasure of a cold fingerpad to worm it's way between her pussy lips. The finger parting the folds to trace along her wet opening. "Don't tease." She cried out, bucking her hips up in arch to get Spike's finger embedded in her.

"Not yet. I will, soon. Promise." Spike whispered, kissing at the corners of her mouth, letting her know he'd make good on the promise.

But, bleeding hell! This seemed to be dragging out far longer than even he liked. Tonight he needed to just take her. To show her that he was her's and she was his.

Pushing himself from hovering over her body on the bed, Spike quickly removed the rest of his clothing, allowing them to fall at his feet at the edge of the bed. Slipping from them, he noted Buffy's eyes now open. A glazed look of lust to the green hues. "Like whatcha see, B Slayer /b ?" He hissed, creeping up along her side with his hands. His knees parted Buffy's thighs further, and when his hands reached the sides of her head, Spike snuck a hand out to grab ahold of the belt. With quick reflexes, he had the belt looped around the tiny wrist of Buffy and up around the headboard.

"I'm ontop tonight." He purred, "All of tonight." A cool tongue darted out, tracing along the outter shell of his lover's ear. All down around to the softer skin, teeth nibbling on it.

"Kay." She giggled as the sensation of nibbling ear went from pleasure to tickle in moments, then back again. Tomorrow night would be different, though. She'd be the one ontop.

Giving her restraint a tug on, the blonde canted her head back to eye the way Spike had restricted her from moving. The leather around her wrist wasn't too tight, and even if it was, all she would have to do is apply a minimum amount of Slayer strength and it would be in pieces in no time flat.

"Feel helpless?" Spike whispered along the bottom of her ear, tongue licking along the pulse point throbbing in her neck.

"Mhmm. So helpless." She played along, knowing full well that Spike needed to feel the superior at times. Because in all actuality, she knew she could best him in any condition. "Please, don't hurt me." She did her best to put on her game face. Letting him admire the deer caught in the headlights expression. Which he did and relished in.

Lowering his hands to Buffy's slender waist, long fingers dug into the tender skin as he positioned himself in align with her opening. "G'na make you scream, pet. Make you come all over my cock." As he spoke the last, Spike pulled the tiny hips down and sheathed himself in her tight pussy.

At once Buffy gasped, bucking against Spike, the restraints and anything else that seemed to be in her way. With a small thrash she landed back on the bed with the help of Spike's hands. He positioned Buffy so her hips would stay elevated and her back pressed firmly to the warm cotton sheets. Pulling himself out, Spike thrusted back in with abandoned fever. Her warm muscles squeezed at him. Her juices already flowing over the head of his cock and down his length. His girl was beautiful. Even with her eyebrows knitted together and her chest arching as Buffy stretched like a languid kitten. She was all his and he was going to show her just that. And with just enough force, and not too much in order to keep the chip from blowing his head up, or at least that's how it felt.

In and out, hard and fast, never soft, Spike pumped Buffy. Her ass slapping against his balls with every quick jerk of his hips. Like always, Buffy was tight at first. Then slowly she molded to fit him perfectly. There was one thing he truely admired about a Slayer's healing, and that was how she healed down below each and everytime. With a small growl, Spike's upper torso leaned over, giving him pause deep inside Buffy, as his cock flexed. He wanted to watch the 'torment' on her face. Wanted to hear her beg for it. He knew just how far she was and how much, rather little, it would take to send her off. His own prgasm building even just by the simple twitches of hic cock on her sex.

"Like that?" He taunted. Knowing full well she loved it, but wanted more. More of the friction his skin against her's caused. More of her clit being rubbed against his finger. Which it was. Only Spike had a malicious work to it's pattern. The tip soft pad of his finger would draw patterns of circles around and around, and when she'd stop breathing from the intense pleasure racing through her veins, he'd stop. Wait for her to breathe again, and then pinch it. Wait for her to whimper, then continue his painful assaults on the swollen nub. "Tell me what y'want." He instructed.

"Want...you..." Heavily she gasped out her answer. Which to Spike was far to general for him to resume taking her.

With his mouth hovering over the throbbing vein in her neck, he smiled, "I want specifics, Buffy. I want you to tell me how to make you come like a good slut." Dirty words were a weakness of Buffy's lately. Something he knew he introduced her to and no one else. Why would they?

Not bothering to hesitate, knowing if she did, Spike would drag this on further, Buffy turned her head to meet her lips against his ear, "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I wanna feel your cock in me all the way. Wanna feel your balls against my ass. Your finger rubbing my clit. I wanna come, please, Spike, make me." And just like he knew, Buffy knew what Spike loved to hear.

With a visable shudder, Spike lifted himself over Buffy, and gave his hips a rotate before he pulled out and rammed her good and proper. Keeping his body elevated with one arm, the other did as told. It slipped between their bodies to play with Buffy's clit. Over and over he kneaded it between thumb and index finger. Pinching it and rolling it. All the while he maintained his pounding. The bed barely slapped against the wall after the pair moved it away weeks ago.

Feeling the fire from her stomach spread through her body, Buffy gave out one final cry as she came around Spike. Her hands snapped forward, breaking the belt and immediately going to rest ontop of Spike's shoulders. Helping him in his thrusts.

And as the walls around him pulsed and squeezed, Spike felt his own balls tighten with the release. With a growl, purely animalistic, he came. His cold see shooting right into the warm body that was still milking him as he slowed his ministrations down.

After they both reached the peak of pleasure, the two reached one another. Spike laid his body over Buffys, ever cautious as not to lay entirely dead weight in fear of hurting Buffy and his baby. "Y'smell good." He praised, nuzzling the side of her neck where he lay small kisses up and down it.

"You don't smell so bad yourself." Buffy smiled, arms wrapped around Spike.

As they lay there in silence, both lover's realized where they were. But more importantly that...

"Hey guys?" It was Dawn's voice. Dawn who was now opening the bedroom door, which hadn't been locked, and soon found gawking at the two naked lovers. Spike's ass visable, while thankfully her sister's body entirely covered. "OMIGAWD!" Came the high pitched whine, "You...two...oh, god! Babies are baby. Not babies. Oh, OH!" Clearly she understood what was going on and why Spike had now come here. Not to tell Buffy that he was going to be a daddy, but that he was Buffy's baby's daddy.

"Dawn, OUT!" Buffy, red in the face, shouted. That alone was enough to get the adolescent scurring to her own bedroom.

Leaving the lovers alone to mentally scold themselves for not locking the door and for not thinking ahead of time.

Now they were going to have to deal with Dawn before Willow and Tara got home and found out.

-TBC (Hoo boy! Dawn shall run amuck! XD Or maybe she'll just blackmail Spike and Buffy? Stay tuned to find out. :D)