A/N: Under Allison's request to make the chapters longer, I've made it my goal to try and … make the chapters longer.
I'm really sorry about how long it took me to update – I had all my yearly exams. And I have a piano exam this coming weekend which is putting on a load of stress.
Anyanka0705: Well, in chapter 5, she just couldn't sleep. It's becoming her 'thing' not wearing shoes. She feels more comfortable with them off. It's more calming for her. In chapter 11… I don't know how to describe the song. At parts it's a bit like rock… but sometimes… it's soft… It's written in an English spoken way, mainly because I'm Australian. I'll try doing the American thing for awhile… but you'll have to tell me how I'm going. I really like you're reviews. They give me things to improve on. There will be more Spuffy… later. Thank you for the warning about the rating. I will change it. I don't know much about guys and their parts, but it's supposed to be so that Spike thinks that Buffy was the cause. It wasn't all Angel's fault. It was Buffy taking the blame because she didn't want to ruin the friend ship. Thanks for the reviews – they were great to read!
Pulchra Nex: Thanks for the review – hope you like this chapter!
Allison: I will definitely try to make the chapters longer.
General Mac: It's great to know you're addicted! I'll try to update more often. Can't tell you whether or not Spike finds out though… But I'm not just gonna make her lie and have it end there…
Celtic Cross: Thank you! I'm glad you like it! I'll try updating more often…
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Spuffy2008: I imagine it would be painful… I've only really seen it. Never had it happen. I can't tell you whether he finds out. But like I said to General Mac, I'm not just going to have her lie about it then end it there.
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ATTN: Thank you all for your reviews! I must inform you all that I will be changing the rating of my fiction, though. It will be going one higher, under the request of one of the readers whom is concerned that this fiction could be expelled from FanFiction because of course language and/or inappropriate scenes. Thank you to that person for informing me of that.
I am also attempting the American ways of spelling and writing… Y'know, Mom instead of Mum. Big step for me. Lol. Lets just hope I don't do it in school..
Spike lay her down in her bed softly. She was fast recovering. Unusually fast. Almost inhumanly…
Her mom was away visiting her 'Aunt Rita' or something. She twitched in her sleep and he smiled at her. She was so pretty. The only thing that Spike had the smallest doubts about were whether people would accept that they were together. That and that she may not be feeling anything but lust for him. Lust was strong, but love? Love was stronger. Love is always stronger.
He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her mouth, running his fingers along the cut on her right cheek.
It confused him that Angel would get worked up over something so little. Maybe he was on the heroin again. Spike sighed. It wouldn't surprise him really. Angel was a great guy, but the drugs called to him.
"I'm sorry!" Buffy gasped as her eyes snapped open.
"Buffy?" Spike asked, frowning slightly.
Buffy panted slightly, realizing it had been a dream, "Just a dream…" She mumbled, smiling to him.
She looked over at her clock and he followed her gaze. It was already two thirty in the afternoon.
"I'm going to go take a shower…" she said, walking over to her wardrobe and picking out an outfit. She folded it over her arm and pulled out a bikini to throw on underneath.
Spike tried to look around her to see what she was going to wear without much success.
"Want any help in there, love?" he asked playfully and she turned around and gave him a playful smile.
"What if I do?"
Spike, taken by surprise, widened his eyes, then relaxed and gave her a smirk.
She laughed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Buffy got in the shower after taking off all her dressing and let it burn her with its heat. She wiped at her nose, looking at the drain where the water was washing. Blood red.
She wiped the track marks of blood off her hands and away from her neck where it had trickled from her cheek.
Tenderly, she reached up to her cheek, wiping at first around it, then dabbing at it with her finger, finding it dry. Sore, but not gushing blood.
She turned off the shower soon after and stepped out. She leant over and picked up the padded white bikini. It was so beautiful. The top was very plain, with a silver rectangle joining it at the front and a silver clip joining it at the back. The bottom half matched the top, with silver rectangles joining the sides.
She slipped her white dress on over the top, reaching around and trying to do the zip up at the back with no success. Oh well. Spike could do it.
She examined it in the mirror. It was very pretty. Not much of Buffy's style, but it was so nice she couldn't resist. She loved the untidy hem. It really made the dress.
She dried her hair quickly with the hair dryer, letting it sit on her shoulders. It was soft and light. Just how she liked it. Smiling, she gathered all her clothes and put them in the newly installed laundry-chute.
Once everything in the bathroom was tidied up, she turned and left, looking into her bedroom and noticing the lack-of-Spike.
She frowned, walking over to the stairs with her dress undone at the back. Then she heard the music. The guitar to be specific.
She followed the sound then reached the lounge room, hiding in the shadows and listening to him play. Then she heard what he was playing.
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills and the boulevard
She smiled softly. It was her song. And he was playing it perfectly. Singing like a freaking God.
Her parents threw big parties
Everyone was there
It was amazing that he could just play it off the top of his head like that.
They hung out with folks like
Dennis Hopper, Bob Seeger, Sonny and Cher
She was lost in the low hum of his voice.
She feels safe now,
In this bare on fairfax
She smiled at him, listening to the way he played her guitar. She noticed that he'd re-tuned it. It sounded clearer. She looked to the wall where the switch to the amplifier was off.
And from the stage I can tell that
She can't let go and she can't relax
Buffy smirked mischievously.
And just before she hangs her head to cry
I sing to her a lullaby, I sing
Buffy snuck over to the amplifier and clicked it on, first hearing a low buzz before the room was filled with sound.
She watched Spike jump slightly and turn to face her, but he didn't stop singing.
Everything's gonna be all right
rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
She smiled brightly at him, watching as his jaw dropped as he took in her outfit.
She still lives with her mom outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
He walked up to her and kissed her cheek softly, his fingers playing the guitar by themselves.
And all her friends tell her, she's so pretty
But she'd be a whole lot prettier
If she smiled once in a while
Buffy joined him in the lyrics, smiling softly.
'cause ever her smile looks like a frown
She's seen her share of devils
In this angel town
She walked around behind him, after turning the amplifier up.
But, everything's gonna be all right
rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
Everything's gonna be all right
rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
He ended the song, cutting it short as he turned to face her, "Your song?"
She giggled, "Thank you."
He grinned sheepishly, "S'a good song, love. 'Sides, gotta know my girl's favourites."
Remembering her undone dress, she turned and showed him the back, "Could you…"
His eyes travelled over her body hungrily, and he smirked. Spinning her so that her back was to him, his fingers trickled down her back, making her shiver before he grabbed the zip and slowly pulled it up.
She inhaled sharply, spinning in his arms and planting a kiss on his lips, turning it passionate before he pulled back, wagging a finger at her.
"Uh uh, pet. Meeting my mother, 'Member?"
She gave him a pout.
"Later?"
She smiled and nodded. "So… Let's go meet mom then!"
Spike pulled up outside a dark brick house, stopping the DeSoto in the small driveway.
Buffy got out of the car, glancing around, taking in her surroundings. It wasn't what she'd expect from Spike. She expected something more like where she lived. Instead, it was a small brown brick home, barely big enough for a family of three to live in.
She looked at it curiously, jumping slightly when Spike's hand met the small of her back, walking her to the porch. She relaxed after a second.
He opened the door for her, going inside first and looking around.
"Will!" a small sandy haired boy yelled happily, sprinting over to Spike and jumping on him.
"'Ello, shorty. How are you?"
"Will! Mama said she was gonna be late for dinner… and Alex is ruining the dinner! And…" The boy saw Buffy lingering in the doorway. Buffy smiled at him, taking in his blue eyes and noting he was Spike's brother. She tried to remember the names he had given her, but he was too fast.
"Buffy, this is Joey, my five-year-old brother. Joey, this is Buffy. She's a very special woman," Spike said, raising his eyebrows as he spoke to Joey. Joey smiled widely and ran over to Buffy, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the house.
"Buffy, come see everyone. You gotta meet everybody!" he whispered loudly to her, making her laugh.
She allowed him to pull her through a doorway and into the kitchen, where there was a dark haired boy standing at the stove, while a dirty-blonde haired person screamed at him. A baby sat in a high chair, slopping food all over her face while a girl attempted to feed her.
As soon as Buffy walked in, she felt like an alien. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Even the baby.
She felt Spike standing behind her, and she sighed a breath of relief. Joey tugged her forward, looking up at her happily.
"This is Buffy," he announced, looking around the kitchen.
The blonde-girl walked up to her, looking at her in a way that Spike had when she had sung her song. "I'm Natalie," the girl said, a smile forming on her lips, it faded slightly when she looked at Buffy's beaten appearence, which wasn't very well-ly covered, "Are you... okay?".
Buffy smiled at her, "Peachy."
Joey looked towards the baby, "That's Emmy," then he looked at the girl feeding the baby, "That's Ally," looking over to the stove at the dark haired boy, he scowled, "That's Alex. He's ruining dinner!"
Spike walked past Buffy, a hand trailing along her bare back as he did, to the stove. He looked down at what Alex was making and shrugged, "I don't think you can ruin pasta…"
Pulling out the wooden spoon and tasting the sauce, he frowned, walking over to the cupboard and grabbing a few supplies, mixing them in individually. "Try that."
Alex tasted the sauce and looked over to Spike in awe. "Will! That's bloody amazing!"
"Watch your language, silly git."
"Learnin' from the best," he laughed in his British accent.
Spike smirked, hitting him lightly over the head and walking back to Buffy's side, fingers threading through hers as he held her hand.
Buffy turned as she heard the door close.
"I'm home!" a voice sung out from the other room.
"You ready for this?" Spike mumbled to her.
"I'm always ready."
A/N: I am SO sorry it took me so long to update. Was that a longer chapter? Thank you all for your reviews last time! I took too long to update. Exams, you know? Well, please review! I'm always open for suggestions – and everyone that gave me a song? I'll definitely use them all, just not necessarily right now.