I'm back again! Hope you enjoyed the last few chapters, cause here comes another one!
Less fluff in this, but lots of sexual tension, blah, blah, blah. NO SEX though, for all those people who are wondering. When there IS, I'll post a warning.
Anywho, see, you let me babble! tuts Just read it, would you? ; )
Chapter Three - Talking
"Y-you're going to have to tell them." Tara pointed out quietly.
Buffy had just got back from Spike's to find Tara waiting for her. She sat down next to her, sighing, and looked at the clock.
Two a.m.
"I know." Buffy said, and there was quiet again. "I was...um...with him just now." She added.
"I guessed. W-was...Did you...'Talk'?" Tara asked, emphasizing the word 'talk' with air-quotes.
"Did I leap on top of him?" Buffy laughed, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Nope. We just...talked."
They had done more than just talking, and Buffy felt pathetic at not being able to be the responsible one out of them both. In fact, Spike had suggested she go home hours ago, to get some sleep, but she hadn't listened...
"Buffy?"
"Oh, sorry, Tara." Buffy couldn't stop herself from blushing as she tried to stop thinking about Spike and his hands.
"I-I don't think Dawnie will have too much of a problem with...You and Spike." Tara said. "It's just..."
"Will, Xander and Giles, I know." Buffy said hurriedly. "I think Giles'd probably have me burned at the stake or something, or he'd think it was a spell."
"Anya?"
"She'll probably just ask me to describe everything in detail. She loves this sort of thing."
"H-how about...You tell Dawnie here, and then we can tell Giles and the others at the Magic Box tomorrow."
"Sounds good to-" Buffy began, but the rest of the sentence was obscured by a huge yawn.
"Y-you should get some sleep."
"You, too."
"Willow thinks I'm getting a glass of water, so I'll just..."
"Okay." Buffy called when she was halfway up the stairs.
She kicked her bedroom door open and collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed and asleep within seconds.
Spike got up and dressed in the day, for once. He had checked, and it was reasonably cloudy and wet enough for him to go outside without getting toasted.
He still had an umbrella, though. Just in case.
He pulled his boots on while he was sat on the sofa. It exuded Buffy's scent, and he breathed it in, closing his eyes. Then he shook himself out of it, and left the crypt.
When he climbed in through her window, she was asleep. He took off his boots and threw them back out of the window so that he didn't get mud on the carpet, and watched her.
She would move every so often, to scratch her nose or stretch her feet. He wondered vaguely what she was dreaming about, then went out of her room and walked downstairs, knowing that it was too early for any of them to be awake.
He was wrong.
Bollocks.
Willow, Tara and Dawn were sat in the kitchen, staring at him.
"What?" He said moodily, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be caught in someone else's house with bare feet.
"How did you get in?" Willow demanded, standing up.
"None of your business." He coughed. "Um...Need to talk to..." He muttered, indicating Tara.
"O-ok." Tara stammered, and followed him out of the kitchen.
"She said you knew." Spike said immediately.
"Y-yeah."
"I need your help." He said quickly. He always hated asking for someone else's help, seeing as he liked to seem independent, and he cringed at how pathetic he sounded. "I don't know much 'bout kids. I mean, not the important stuff."
"O-oh."
"And...I need to know some stuff so I can make sure Buffy isn't doin' anythin' she shouldn't..."
Tara sighed.
"She doesn't even know if she's going to keep it yet." She told him.
"What?" Spike looked frantic. "But...She couldn't...she wouldn't, would she?"
"Why don't you go and ask her?" Tara said quietly.
Spike padded quietly upstairs and went into her room again. He slowly eased himself on the bed next to her, draping his arm across her shoulders gently.
"Mornin', luv." He whispered into her ear. She groaned, stretched, and turned around to face him.
"Spike?"
"I'm here." He said soothingly, and she propped herself up on her elbow so that they were eye to eye.
"How did you get-" She began, then remembered that she had been too tired to close the window last night.
"Never get rid of me, pet." He grinned, and she smiled.
"You're my alarm clock." She told him. "My pretty-"
"Pretty?" Spike interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "'m not pretty, pet."
"Yes you are." Buffy said, and he tickled her lightly on the stomach. "Ok, stop!" She giggled. "You're..." She kissed her hand and pressed it onto his forehead. "Mine." She finished.
Spike pulled her closer to him, until they were nose to nose.
"I love you." He murmured.
"Mmmhm." Buffy murmured, so close to him that she couldn't concentrate. Slowly, she ran her fingers lightly downwards from his stomach, causing him to moan. He caught her hand before she could do anything else, and she pouted at him.
"Buffy." He whispered, swallowing. He knew he should ask her about the baby, but...
"I'm going to keep it." Buffy said slowly.
"How did you-?"
"Heard you and Tara talking." She said simply. "It's not normal for this sort of thing to happen, and..." She stopped. "It's special. And...if I did do it, I'd probably wonder about what we could have had..."
Spike kissed her on the nose, and she laughed.
"So..."
"We're going to have a baby." Buffy said.
"You're sure the Big Bad is capable of bein' a father, luv?"
"Never been more sure of anything." She said, kissing him with obvious passion.
They stopped for breath eventually, and Buffy felt the desire creep up her spine.
"We can't." Spike gasped, almost as if he had read her mind.
Buffy pouted and tried to look sad, but he tickled her again, running his fingers lightly across her stomach, and she couldn't suppress a smile.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." She sighed. "I'm a mess."
"Yeah, they'll probably wonder what I've done to you, luv." Spike said, standing up.
"Nothing, unfortunately." Buffy said, and, after giving him one last kiss, went to have a shower.
Spike sat on the bed, taking a look around him. There was the usual girly clutter on the dressing table, face creams and perfume and makeup... He uncapped a pot of foundation and grimaced at it's sickly sweet scent.
Then there was...A diary. He ran his fingers over the cover, wondering if she'd mind if he took a quick look...
Well, it was a bit obvious, it practically advertised itself, with:
This diary belongs to Buffy Anne Summers.
written on the cover.
He sighed and opened it at a random page.
and then Mom asked if I'd been in a fight again. Well, duh! So I told her I'd fallen over and then she was all sympathetic, so it was no big...
That was obviously an early entry. He flipped forwards, looking for his name.
Willow says I should give Spike a chance, seeing as it's not his fault that he's in love with me. I told Riley and he just laughed and said the only chance Spike deserved was to be a vampire dartboard. I got annoyed with him, then, and left him at the cafe by himself. He really pisses me off sometimes...
Spike grinned, and turned the page.
Sometimes I think I should just stake him to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, and other times I almost feel like I...like him. I know it's ridiculous, like Angel all over again, but Spike is nothing like Angel. He's bad, and proud of it, not like Angel, who, as much as it SHOULD pain me to say it, was a bit of a wimp when it came to practically anything!
And he said thanks after EVERYTHING! Even those times when it's sort of inappropriate to talk, he'd just say it! I mean, I understood the redemption thing, but that was just way, way OTT.
I can't imagine Spike saying thankyou for anything! He'd probably just do it, no questions asked...
There was a noise at the door and Spike turned around guiltily.
Buffy was in the doorway, wearing jeans and a black camisole, and raising her eyebrow at him.
"What did you read?" She asked, smiling.
"Did Peaches really say thankyou after everything?" Spike asked.
"You read that bit?" Buffy said, walking over to him.
"Yeah. And you're right pet, I do do it with no questions asked." He growled.