Thrown for a Loop

Spike and Buffy lay fully naked in their newly broken bed – complete with sheets and comforter thrown off, and wet patches on the mattress in various places – both somewhat short of breath. Beyond caring about the state of it, Buffy thought about how post-slaying sex was always rougher.

"That," said Spike, interrupting her thoughts, "Is never gonna get old."

"Totally!" Buffy agreed, then she started to think about that, "Hey, speaking of old, do you think we'll still be sexy when we're eighty?"

"Well, I'm already well over a hundred, luv, an' you can't deny I've still got it," he replied with a smirk.

She laughed, "True, but I-"

Pressing his lips to hers, mid-sentence, he interrupted her again, and when he pulled away she conceded the point, "Yes, okay. We'll have chemistry 'till we die. Probably long after, knowing us. Between us it's, what? Six lives? Six and a half if you count the time I was shot. Oh, maybe we're like cats."

He chuckled, "I do love what goes on in that pretty little head sometimes."

"Oh yeah," she said, coyly, "Only sometimes?"

A wide grin spread across his face in response, and she stared at him, silently daring him to dig his own grave. Never one to back down, he laid a kiss at the corner of her mouth before starting off.

"I" – kiss to the chin – "Don't" – kiss to her throat – "Know" – kisses down her neck. Buffy let out a little moan, and he carried on – "All the things" – kisses her color bone – "You think" – kisses down her sternum – "But I know" – kisses across the top of her left breast – "What. You. Call. Out" – kisses across to her right breast, in between words – "When I'm" – kisses down her belly, while sliding his hand between her legs and gliding his fingertips across her clit – "Inside you."

With his final words he pressed two fingers into her heat, which contracted around him. Buffy moaned again, and he took a moment to just stare at her in awe, before shifting into a look of deep concentration. After a couple more seconds of him being still Buffy opened her eyes and looked at him, questioningly.

"What's wrong? Was kinda enjoying that."

"I, you…" he stammered, still looking confused.

Buffy sat up, and he slid his fingers most of the way out, then back in again, forcing her eyes shut in pleasure once more.

"Spike," she said, breathlessly, "What are you thinking?"

Again he pulled his fingers in and out of her opening, then he said, "Would you say you're more sensitive than usual?"

Buffy was taken aback by the question, but she couldn't think about it properly while he was still massaging away. As much as she hated herself for it, she pulled his hand away from her pleasure centre and looked him dead in the eye asking, "What's up?"

She'd never seen him like that before – like a zombie who couldn't quite remember who they were. Eventually the glazed look in his eyes left him, and he returned her stare.

"Spike, you're kinda wigging me out here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That I've been more sensitive? I… hadn't really thought about it. Well, hadn't really noticed would be more accurate."

"No, Buffy, why didn't you-" he began, before his brain caught up with him and he then said, "You don't know," in a matter-of-fact tone and let out a sigh of relief. "You weren't keeping it from me."

He shook his head as if to clear it, then criticized himself, "Should have noticed before."

"Spike, I don't know what you're-"

"Shhh," he interrupted her one final time, before laying her down on her back again and placing an ear to her belly.

"Spike?" she repeated his name in a pleading whisper, "Tell me what's wrong."

When his head came up again his grin was back, but Buffy was so lost in worry at his odd behavior that she couldn't focus on anything.

"It's a heartbeat," he explained, but she didn't catch it. Slowly he said again, "Buffy, there's a second heart beat, growing inside you."

"There's a," she began, her own eyes then glossing over. "There's a second heart beat? That means… that means…?!"

"It means that we're having a baby."

"Oh," was all she could say, before everything went black, and words were no longer an issue. Waking up a couple minutes later, she looked up to find Spike had a damp washcloth held to her forehead.

"I fainted?" she asked.

"Yeah," he confirmed, with a pout.

Trying to sit up again she said, "I just… you. We. Wow."

"Take it easy now, pet, know it's a shock."

She was silent for a moment, with eyes still wide, but slowly a smile came to her lips, and tears came to her eyes. "We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yes, luv," he affirmed, and she reached out, to take a firm grip of him in her arms.

"Spike!" she said, suddenly her voiced raised, "I'm having your child!"

He chuckled, "Yes, luv, I know."

Then she pulled back from the embrace, and looked at him again. "I'm having your baby," she repeated. "I'm having your baby and – you, you still have vampire hearing?"

"I, well, yeah," he stammered, "Guess I do. Should probably get Giles to add that to the list."

"Giles!" she shouted – voice raising another octave, "I have to tell Giles! And Dawn!"

Then she took on a look of someone who'd just been deflated, and the tears threatened to come again – tinged with sudden sadness.

"Buffy?"

"My mom won't get to know," she blurted, and his heart felt torn for her.

"Oh, Buffy," he said, pulling her into his arms. "She'll know, of course she'll know."

To be continued...