Swallowing Pride (and Other Substances)

Spike was being loud in the kitchen – supposedly putting away dishes, but actually drumming out some rock ballad on the kitchen counter with utensils by the sound of it.

"Now what are you singing?" Buffy asked, sneaking up behind him, and taking a great deal in pleasure at having made him jump – just a little.

Of course, he pretended it didn't happen, which made her smile.

"Cigarettes and Alcohol, by Oasis," he informed her.

"Ohhh," she said, cheery mood increasing, "It's you summed up in a song!"

"Funny, Slayer. We really need to get you some kind of education in good music."

"You really need to stop calling me that," she retorted, playfully swatting him away. "There's so many Slayers now I might as well just be a regular girl. Nothing special."

"Rot!" he said, lifting her up in his arms. "Never be ordinary – either of us. Won't matter how many people you've shared your power with, luv, it'll still be yours."

She didn't argue with him – for once – she just kissed him and enjoyed the moment. He always had such a way of making her feel amazing.

'Yes', she thought, 'Today's good mood is gonna hang around.'

"I have something to tell you," announced Buffy, when they fell apart on the bed.

"Oh?" said Spike.

"Yeah…" she bit her lip. "I don't think you're gonna like it."

"Oh." he said again, with completely different intonation. "Waiting until you'd shagged me senseless was intentional then, was it, pet?"

Buffy shrugged before admitting, "Thought it might help. And it's not like it's bad news…"

He eyed her suspiciously before taking a deep breath. "Okay, come on. Spit it out."

"I asked Giles to give you a job," she told him. "Well, asked probably isn't the right word."

The ex-vampire got up abruptly, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don' need a pity wage."

"We do, actually," Buffy reminded him.

"Well, maybe, but not from him, not after-"

"I told you we made up, didn't I? Seriously, it's all fixed."

He pouted, then sighed, "When do I start?"

"Monday."

"Doin' what, exactly?"

"Well…"

"What?"

"I don't know, exactly. Giles said he'd find something. But, oooh, it'll be a handy job reference."

His eyes narrowed, and he asked, "This really is a pity thing, ain't it?"

"It's a necessary thing," Buffy replied – her hand automatically reaching for her still flat belly.

"Right," Spike nodded, "I'll do it."

"You will?" her eyes lit up.

"Course, pet. Anything for you."

Buffy smiled – a big, blinding, smile. "Thank you!"

He grinned in return, then his voice took on a husky tone, "Can think of plenty of ways to thank me properly."

The Slayer blushed, biting her lip again, "Is all this sex good for the baby?"

"Doesn't affect the sprog," he assured her, while gesturing to the book on his nightstand, "Says so on page 36."

Buffy laughed. "Memorized the page number, huh? Bet that was the first thing you checked."

Spike answered her with long, languid kisses down her body. "May have looked up a couple of other things, too."

With a small gasp of pleasure she asked, "Anything we can't do?"

He grinned again.

"You and me, Slayer? We can do everything."

"Oh," she said, "Ohhhh, I like that."

Buffy had a smile on her face as she ate her breakfast, sat across the kitchen table from her mate – her green eyes locked onto his blue.

"You're gonna do great," she told him.

"Yeah," he replied, noncommittally. "Hey, wear a skirt today."

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna meet you for lunch," he answered, with a grin.

"Oh," Buffy blushed. "Okay."

Four hours later she ran into Spike in the lobby of her office block.

"Hey," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her back out the way he came. "You ready?"

"So ready," she replied, and he sped up.

When they reached a secluded area at the back of the building, just out of sight of the CCTV cameras, be began desperately kissing her – like they'd been separated for weeks.

"Love you," he said, in between breaths.

"You too," she replied – her heart speeding up, as he pinned both of her arms above her head with his right hand. His left hand stroked the flesh of her thigh, then slid further up, under her skirt and pushed her panties aside.

"Oh, luv, so wet for me. Been excited all day?"

"Uh huh," she nodded, and he kissed her again, pressing her head back against the brickwork. When she moaned into his mouth he slipped two fingers inside her, and pumped them in and out until the groan filled the entire alley. Then, in a flash, he released her arms and got to his knees, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and used his right hand to brace himself against the wall behind her.

Placing his mouth at her core, and setting to work bringing her back to orgasm, her fingers found his hair and began kneading his scalp until he purred – making what he was doing with his tongue all the more enjoyable.

When that pleasure crested he rose again, and slipped his straining hard-on into her in one go – making her grunt again, even louder than before.

"Fuck, so good," he commended, then told her, "Look at me."

Forcing her eyes to focus on his, they pounded into each other with an intensity most other humans couldn't handle, until finally they came in unison, and the alley echoed out their satisfied yell before finally falling silent.

Resting his head against Buffy's neck he heard her say, "Three orgasms in thirteen minutes. That's gotta be a record."

"Not all about speed," he replied, "But I did have to leave you time to eat."

"What about you?" she asked, "Got time to grab something before Giles expects you back?"

"Baby," he said, in a husky tone, "I've eaten all you've got to give."

Playfully swatting his arm she said, "Eww, gross, Spike."

"You complaining?" he teased.

"Really not," she laughed, then frowned. "I gotta go."

"Okay. Don't work too hard."

"Work hard enough," she advised him in return. "And don't wind up my Watcher."

With a chuckle he agreed, and sent her walking back around the corner, with a final smack of her ass.

Back at the kitchen table that evening Buffy presented Spike with an office memo reading:

Dear All,

There have been a number of reports detailing distressed animal calls coming from the alleyway to the rear of our building. Rest assured we have called in the appropriate handlers to search the area and remove the afflicted creature. Should you ever come across a distressed wild animal at any time on our premises we advise that you do not approach but alert an appropriate member of staff.

Regards, HR.

With great pride the ex-vampire stood up and pinned the page to the fridge.

"Good day, then."

Buffy rolled her eyes, but was smiling too. "We can't do that again."

"Not to worry, tomorrow I'll bring the car. Go a little further away."

She knew she should argue, but her own rampant desire for her husband caused her not to.

And, so, the car was where they spent lunchtimes for the rest of their working week.

By Friday they'd worked out all the best positions for the cramped space, and Spike was downright triumphant.

Deeply pleased herself, the Slayer climbed the stairs back to her floor and tried to compose her expression into something more professional. When she got there, however, she found that was not much of concern, as she suddenly passed out.

To be continued...