Playing House
Packing. Moving boxes. Decorating. Shopping. Unpacking. Bickering. Sex. Patrolling. More sex. Cleaning. More unpacking, and even more sex. It had been a busy week for Buffy and Spike, but they wouldn't have changed any of it, given the opportunity. Joyce had bought them a large houseplant as a moving in present, and tried (and failed) to hold back tears as she made declarations of her baby girl being "all grown up."
"Next thing I know you'll be married with kids!" she had proclaimed, which made the couple give each other a look, which was misinterpreted. "Oh god, please don't tell me you're pregnant?!"
"No! Mom. A big no to that! It's just…"
"Vampires can't exactly reproduce," Spike interjected, to save his mate the awkward topic.
"Oh," said Joyce, as her expression changed from shocked to sad. "I'm not going to be a grandmother."
Buffy was at a loss at what to say to that, but Spike gave Joyce's hand a little squeeze and a sympathetic look to let her know it was all okay.
"Oh, I'm being silly," she said, then, waving him away with a grateful expression.
The Slayer smiled at her mate and silently thanked him. Her mom's comment made it clear she expected her and Spike to be together for good, and that she actually wanted them to have kids someday – albeit some day a very, very long way in the future – and it touched her. There was no way the woman would ever have felt that way about Angel.
"Who knew you were good with mom's?" Buffy asked her vampire, after her mother had left, and he didn't answer, but the thoughts and feelings running through him that the question prompted told her there was a story there, that he wasn't quite ready to share with her, yet. She understood that, and she didn't pry. Instead she said, "I wish you'd been around years ago, to explain some other things to her. Would have made my life so much easier."
Spike smiled, knowing full well what she was doing.
"You didn't tell your mom about the no kids thing?" he said, getting back on topic.
"Well, no," Buffy admitted. "Like I said, explaining things like that, kinda never been easy. And I didn't think it would ever come up."
"And the marriage thing?"
"I thought we covered that a wedding is way expensive?"
"Not what I meant, luv."
The Slayer sighed, knowing full well what he meant. "How can I tell her we're the undead equivalent of married? She'll want to know why she wasn't invited to the ceremony, and then who's gonna explain that it was a private sexy moment? I mean- Spike, are you even listening to me?"
His eyes were glazed over, a little, and he was staring at her crotch, while unthinkingly grabbing at his own. "Huh? What? Oh, sorry," he grinned and looked at her face again. "Got a bit distracted thinkin' about our private sexy moment. Do you wanna-"
Having relived the memory herself, Buffy had began undressing before Spike got finished his question.
To be continued...