Tension and Daddy Drama

Cleaning up after the party, arranging furniture, moving boxes, and setting up the nursery was the order of the day. It was not going well.

"No. No!" Buffy snapped, "Those boxes need to go in the other room!"

"Alright, Buff," said Xander with his hands up, "No need to go all Hulk on us."

"Sorry," she said, pulling at her hair. "It's just, I wanna be doing this myself. I want everything to be perfect, and- Dawn! What are you doing? You can't bring your cat in here!"

Spike walked in, then, asking, "What's all the yelling about?"

Xander shrugged, "Your wife's all tense."

"Intense, more like," Dawn chimed in.

"I'm fine!" the Slayer snapped again.

"Right," said the ex-vampire, taking hold of her hand, "Excuse me, folks, need a little word with m' lady."

"What? No!" she tried to pull away, but he was insistent. "They're gonna do it wrong if I'm not there to watch!"

Finally getting her into the other room and shutting the door Spike replied, "They're gonna walk out if you keep on like you are."

"So, what?!" she huffed, finally wrenching her arm from his. "There's nothing else I can do but call out orders from the sidelines."

"One," said Spike, forcefully, as he gently pushed her back against the wall, "For two minutes I'll be giving the orders."

Buffy opened her mouth to protest again, but Spike carried on before she could get a word out.

"Two," he said, as he pulled her dress up. "When you do go back in there it'll be suggestions rather than orders, okay, pet?"

"Okay," she murmured – all fight going out of her as he rubbed his fingers against her clit. "I… Uhh, that's nice! I thought you were all for the no sex thing?"

"Not real sex," he defended, with a shrug, before increasing the speed of his caress, "Should relieve the tension."

Buffy moaned, confirming his theory. "Still want you, though," she panted.

"I know, luv," - he evened out the rhythm, and her blood pumped a little harder - "Want you too. Hush now. No talking. Gotta listen to me, remember?"

"Uh huh," she nodded, "You giving orders. Check."

"Good girl," he thrust a single finger inside her, and her walls clenched around it in response. "Close your eyes."

"But-"

"Bloody hell, Buffy. Close your damn eyes."

She complied.

"Good," he said again, "Get lost in the sensation. Forget about everything."

"Uhhh," she moaned. "More."

"More what?"

"More now!"

Spike slowed down, "No, Buffy. More what?"

In total frustration she gave in, "Ugh! More please!"

"That's better," he sped up again, inserting another finger. "Tell me how you like it."

"Hard," she replied, barely able to catch her breath. "Harder. Please, Spike."

"Okay, luv. I can do harder." Her orgasm continued to build as he worked away. After a few more minutes he spoke again.

"Cum for me, Slayer," he commanded, and she did.

When they walked back into the nursery Dawn had her head down, and Xander was looking at the ceiling.

"All relaxed now?" he asked.

"Yeah," Buffy said, with a blush.

"Hey, thanks man," the carpenter said to Spike, which earned him an odd look from the ex-vampire, and a dig in the ribs from Dawn.

"So…" Buffy quickly changed the topic, "Who's ready for snacks?"

During their break from putting the crib together, the gang – minus Willow, who was at her job, lecturing at the local community college – were sat eating sandwiches and discussing old times. Spike was on his lunch break from the job Clem had given him.

"How's the long distance relationship going? Buffy asked her sister.

To which Dawn pulled a face and said, "It's not."

"Already?!" Spike exclaimed, with a deep chuckle, before he was promptly hit in the face with a cushion by his wife. "Hey!"

"Stop being mean."

"'m not!" he protested, "I jus' don't know what else you expected, Niblet."

"I know, I know. Janice has already given me the whole, 'Why did you even bother?' talk."

"Janice is in Oceanside?" Xander asked.

"Isn't everyone from Sunnydale in Oceanside?" Dawn replied, sarcastically, before trying to change the subject. The effort wasn't necessary, however, as Xander then unexpectedly ran outside after glancing out the window, effectively distracting everyone.

Sensing danger, the Slayer tried to jump to her feet and pull a battle pose, but failed miserably on both counts.

Her mate, meanwhile, had made it to the window just in time to see the carpenter having a heated conversation with a girl wheeling a stroller.

"Oh, bloody hell," he said. "I'll be right back."

"You don't understand!" Harris exclaimed when Spike reached him on the front lawn and tried to calm him down, "This is Caitlin. That girl I told you about."

"Was able to figure that," Spike told him, before awkwardly offering the girl a handshake, "Uh, hi. 'm sorry about him. Think he's in shock."

"She's got a baby!" Xander said, as if the ex-vampire was blind.

"Yeah, mate. And you're about to wake it up. Why don't you take it down a notch or six, you're scarin' the poor bint."

"Look," said bint interrupted, "I want nothing to do with you. Just leave me alone."

"But, Caitlin," Xander protested, trying to take hold of her arm to make her face him again.

"Just back off a bit," suggested Spike, which earned him a punch in the jaw.

Using the distraction of the scuffle, Caitlin disappeared, on down the street.

"Know what, Harris? You're a class A berk."

"She had a baby. My baby. Oh my god."

Spike rolled his eyes. There was clearly no point trying to get sense into the boy while he was freaking out, so instead he pulled him back into the house, where the girls were ready to interrogate them both about what was happening.

"Idiot here 'ill explain it," said the ex-vampire, dropping a kiss on Buffy's forehead, "I've got a job to get back to."

"So," Buffy began, twenty minutes later, "You're saying you have a kid?"

"Uh huh," Xander nodded. "I can't believe it."

"I can't believe she didn't tell you," said Dawn, but the carpenter shook his head.

"I can. The way I treated her. God, I don't blame her for never wanting to see me again. I just… Wow. You know?"

"Yeah," Buffy agreed, "Wow."

"What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, you're gonna think it through, right?"

"Right. Right, of course. I'm sorry, Buffy. I have to go… clear my head, or something."

"Xander," the Slayer put her hand on his arm and looked him in the eye, "Please don't do anything stupid."

"Right," he said again, with a gulp.

Then he went out and did something stupid.

To be continued…

Author Note: Bet that wasn't what you expected from the chapter title, huh? Please review!