A/N: Finally – a chance to update! Its summer holidays – and I have all the time in the world! Yay!

NOTE: I didn't write the song in the last chapter. That was Lullaby – Shawn Mullins. One of my personal favorites from a while back.

Celtic Cross: Thank you! I'm not sure exactly who the song was written by, but it was sung by Shawn Mullins. I agree – the lyrics are beautiful.
MistyMountainHop: I'll try squeeze that song in somewhere. Thanks!
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Pulchra Nex: You never know what the future will hold… Emma-Maye will have to do for now though.
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ATTN: This chapter contains Adult Content. You might not want to read it...

"William?" Buffy turned to the doorway as Spike's mom walked through the door. She was beautiful.

"Mum," he smiled at her and leaned in, kissing her cheek gently.

"Ah. You must be Buffy. I'm Laurie," she said.

"Hi…" Buffy said timidly, subtly taking her hand away from Spike and rubbing her arm.

"Well, come, sit! Sorry I'm late… Got held up. How's the dinner going?" Laurie asked, looking over at Alex with eyebrows raised.

"Will fixed it, ma."

Laurie nodded, walking through the doorway to the lounge room, where Buffy followed her and sat on one of the couches.

"How are you, dear?"

Buffy's heart was racing. She was sure Laurie could see her pulse throbbing from the other side of the room.

"Uh… I'm good. How are you?" she forced a pleasant smile on her face, and looked over to Laurie, inwardly trying to sense Spike somewhere close.

"Good, good. Now… Dinner should be ready in no time at all… so I won't offer any form of nibbles… but would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you."

Laurie smiled at her before walking across the room where she whispered something to Spike and went back into the kitchen.

Buffy released a breath. She realized that she must look atrocious. Her bright red cheek – sliced open. Bruises. Cuts. Scratches.

She slipped off her shoes and crossed her legs on the couch before closing her eyes and breathing steadily. In and out.

"Meditating?" a hot whisper brushed her ear.

She smiled. "Breathing exercising. Calming."

Her eyes opened and she looked behind her expecting to see Spike. Instead, there was no-one. She frowned. Then she turned around, gasping as she saw him in front of her.

"Don't do that!"

He smiled evilly. "What?"

She hit him on the shoulder, playfully.

"Kids! Dinner!" Laurie called.

"Just stay calm. She likes you. She told me," he whispered to her.

Buffy nodded, climbing out of the chair and slipping her shoes back on before walking into the kitchen.

Chairs were squeezed in at all sorts of odd angles, to accommodate everyone, but at the same time, it was set out nicely.

Buffy took a seat directly across from Spike, next to Joey and Alex. Joey looked up at her and tilted his head. "Why aren't you sitting next to Will-yum?"

"Because I'd much prefer to be sitting next to someone as handsome as you," she said, laughing at the smiled that invaded Joey's face.

"Oi!" Spike called from the kitchen counter.

Buffy smiled at him before turning back to the table and looking at all the kids.

"How long have you known Will?" Natalie asked her, looking into her eyes and squinting.

"I moved here… a few weeks ago… but we haven't been…" she wondered how much Spike had told his family, "friends long."

Natalie grinned, knowing what Buffy meant. "I like you."

That made her smile. "I like you too."

Seconds later, a bowl of pasta was placed in front of her. The hand that had put it down ran slowly across her shoulder and down her arm.

Goose bumps assaulted her arm at the soft touch.

Spike smirked and sat at his place at the table.

Alex started talking animatedly about how two guys had got into a fist fight at school, while Emma-Maye sat at the high-chair sucking on a teething ring.

Suddenly, Buffy felt Spike's foot on her left leg. Stroking it. She looked across the table and saw him eating his dinner as if nothing was happening.

Two can play at that game.

Buffy freed her right foot from its shoe and crept it along the floor. She started on her pasta, vaguely listening to what Alex was telling everyone.

She lifted her foot off the ground and placed it on the edge of Spike's chair. She poured herself a glass of water and took a sip before moving her foot and sliding her chair in further to give her better access.

She slid her foot back along the ground to his chair and placed her foot back on the edge. Alex was still talking about one guy getting a better punch in or something as Buffy slid her foot further up the chair.

Spike's foot stopped stroking her leg and he tensed. Score. She rested her foot in his crotch, innocently eating pasta and looking at Alex as he spoke.

Spike coughed loudly, obviously trying to attract her attention. A smile tugged at the side of her lips as she wiggled her toes.

He groaned, and she felt him harden beneath her foot.

"I know, Will! How painful would that have been!" Alex asked, mistaking Spike's groan for something else.

Spike nodded. She guessed he didn't trust himself to speak.

She pressed her foot harder against him and his eyes widened. She smiled innocently, putting more pasta in her mouth. She made sure he was watching as she licked the spoon of pasta sauce, using her tongue seductively.

He moaned, pushing against her slightly.

"… and then there was that assembly at school. Buffy sang, mum. It was excellent!" Alex said, changing topic.

"Really, Buffy? You enjoy music then?" Laurie asked her. She grinned and nodded, removing her foot from Spike's lap, whose eyes widened helplessly.

"I love my music. I find it calming. What do you think, Spike?" she looked over at him and raised her eyebrows.

"I think…" his voice was strained, "I have to make a bathroom trip. Back in five… I mean… fifteen…"

He shot a look at Buffy before pushing his chair back and hurrying to the bathroom.

"Spike…" Laurie shook her head, "He never liked the name William."

Buffy laughed, nerves gone after her moment with Spike. "I just don't know what else to call him. It fits."

Joey looked up at her. "Are you going to be here long?"

For some reason, she didn't think he meant at the house. He meant in his life.

She gazed down at him, before Natalie answered for her.

"Of course she is. She's made for our Will."

Ally spoke up for the first time that evening. "You know. I think you're going to be here longer than the other one."

"Other one?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah. She was blonde too. Not half as pretty as you. Harmona? I think… She was a huge ditz-"

"Ally!" Laurie chastised.

"Sorry, but she was. Stupid bint, that one. Kept callin' me bloody Abatha or something."

"Harmony was a very nice girl! She was just…" Laurie searched for the words.

"Born with half a brain?" Alex suggested.

Laurie sighed. "Different."

They made small talk for another five minutes before Spike re-appeared.

"Have fun without me?" he asked.

"We were just discussing how Buffy plays the piano," Natalie said, "She said she'd teach me!"

Spike smiled, "Alright then."

Buffy stood, slipping her shoe back on discreetly – a move not un-noticed by Spike. She picked up her plate and glass and carried them to the kitchen where turned the sink taps on.

"No, dear. No need to clean up. It's Ally's turn for washing and Natalie's for drying. You two go listen to music or something."

"Thank you. It was really nice to meet everyone," Buffy said.

Laurie nodded, smiling, "You too, sweetie."

Spike grabbed Buffy's hand and led her up the stairs and around the corner into his bedroom, which they entered and closed the door.

She sat down on the corner of the bed after slipping her shoes off.

"I love your family," she said, folding her legs and glancing around his room.

"You."

She frowned. "Sorry?"

"You should be. Did you see what you did to me?" he asked, eyes wide.

She beamed at him, "Have fun?"

"Fun? Fun is going to a bloody million dollar restaurant and ordering champagne and caviar! That was hell!" he hissed.

She kept smiling, "You like caviar and champagne then?"

"Not at all, pet. But it would have been better that wanking off in the bathroom!"

Her smile widened. "But I bet Spike Junior had some fun."

She knew his resolve was crumbling. Like a cookie. I love cookies.

She uncurled and stood up, off the bed. "I bet your heart was racing as you wondered if and when someone would catch me getting you off."

She walked towards him and he backed backwards until he hit the door, unintentionally hitting the lock into place.

"I bet you were sitting there, wishing that my mouth was on you."

He moaned. She trailed a finger down his chest.

"I bet somebody wants to come out again," she whispered, looking down at the bulge in his pants.

"You're playing with fire, little girl," he growled at her.

She maneuvered him over to the bed where he took control and brought his mouth down to hers, his tongue stroking hers professionally.

She fought for dominance, maintaining her control after a few seconds. She pushed him down onto the bed, where she broke away from him.

"You're loving this," he panted, watching her as she kneeled before him.

"More than you know," she agreed, slowly undoing the buttons on his jeans.

"You... don't... oh my god..."

She freed him from the confines of pants and was licking him from top to bottom.

"Jesus Christ!" he cried.

"Shh," she stopped and he moaned, "Don't want anyone checking on us. It's big enough that your mom trusts us to be up here alone together..." she paused, "Now that doesn't make any s-"

She was interrupted by his strangled cry. She smiled.

"Poor baby. Need release there, huh?" He was panting as though he'd just sprinted a five mile race.

She could barely make out when he nodded, but as soon as he did, she was back. Licking, and sucking.

"Oh..." he moaned, "Buffy..."

She smiled and continued, knowing she was doing it all right.

He didn't know how to thank her for the ecstasy she was giving him.

He groaned. He needed faster. He thrust against her, trying to tell her. He couldn't trust vocal chords.

She laughed. Hot air swept over his pelvic regions and he moaned again.

She sucked harder on him and he grabbed a cushion from the bed, muffling his orgasmic yell with it.

She felt him pull back from her as he came, but she kept her mouth on him and swallowed.

He flopped back against the bed, discarding the cushion.

"Are we having fun yet?" she asked when she regained her breath.

He pulled her on top of him and she straddled his waist, dipping into kiss him. She knew he couldn't find the words.

"Would champagne and caviar have been better?" she asked sweetly against his mouth.

He licked her bottom lip and smiled, "You didn't... have... to do that."

She returned the smile, "Couldn't have you wanting caviar more than me."

A/N: That chapter was... very heated. Please tell me if you liked it or not...

Please review. I can update more now, because its summer holidays here... so now I'm relying on reviews to be my energy for writing.