Sex and Music

Early in the morning Buffy entered the kitchen quietly, taking in the sound of Spike humming along to the radio, as he washed the dishes. She was enjoying the moment, but it ended as soon he sensed her at his back. Pouting, she reached out to wrap her arms around him.

"Why is it you always walk in when I'm having a special time with my music?" he asked, then couldn't help but cringe at how awkward he'd made it sound.

Buffy chuckled, and began to tease him saying, "Well, if you wanna be alone with…" – her nose crinkled, as she tried and failed to place the song, "…yet another band I don't recognize, then I'll just leave you to it."

"Don't think so," he said, turning around to devour her mouth and pull at her clothes with damp hands.

"Hey, wait," she said, pulling away for a breath. "I do know this!"

"Huh?" he grunted.

"That voice. I know it. Where do I-"

"Sssh, luv," he said, capturing her lips again, but after a minute or two he felt her hands on his chest pushing him away.

"Did the announcer just say that was Dingoes Ate My Baby?"

"Yeah," he said, distractedly, as he pawed at her breasts over her sweater.

"Spike! Don't you know who they are?!"

"Don't rightly care," he huffed. "This moment in time I just wanna be shagging you, if I'm honest."

He had her there; even the mention of sex immediately made her head go foggy. Suddenly their lips were mashed together again and his hands roaming her body picked up momentum.

Later, after they'd spent the best part of two hours christening the kitchen floor, Buffy rolled off Spike and said, "I've gotta tell Willow. She'll be stoked."

Spike gave her a little confused look before saying, "I'm glad she'll be happy about you landing a marathon man."

"No," said Buffy, playfully swatting him. "I meant about Dingoes. What I was saying before. You don't know who they are?"

"I know they've had four weeks solid radio play with that song."

"Dingoes were a Sunnydale band; played in the Bronze all the time."

Spike shrugged, and she continued, saying "Oz was a member. Y'know Willow's ex?"

"Er… right. Dog boy?" he asked.

"Werewolf," she confirmed.

"Nice. Well, I gotta go to work."

Buffy groaned at him.

"Hey, you're the one wanted me to get a bleeding job. Can't complain when I have to leave to go do it."

"Can complain, and will," she protested. "Wish you could just stay here with me. We could have post-sex cuddles."

He smiled at her - forever appreciative of what they had – then offered her his hand, to pull her up. "Enjoy your day," he said, "Have a nice long bath, and I'll be along later to make you all dirty again."

Buffy blushed, "Promise?"

"Promise, Kitten. I love you."

"Love you too," she said.

Willow came over, to visit the Slayer, while Spike was still out.

There was small talk, for a bit, then the Witch dropped her bombshell.

"All this talk of settling down, it made me want a family of my own," she said.

"Okay," replied Buffy, scrunching up her nose a little. "How? Because I'm totally not against it, but you haven't been with…um" she struggled to remember the name of Willow's girlfriend. "Sharon? Very long and… and two girls can't really- you know. With the biology…" she broke off to make a gesture the Witch was assuming was meant to represent conception.

"Sperm donor," Willow told her, after stifling a laugh. "And the baby will be my sole responsibility."

"Oh. Sperm donor. Riiight. Right. Sorry, that was a dumb."

"It's okay," Willow smiled, nervously anticipating the next question.

"So, who's the lucky guy?"

"Xander."

"Wha? Xander? Willow, is that a good idea?"

"I… Yes," she nodded. "Yes, I think it is."

"Well," said Buffy struggling to stand up, to give her a hug. "If you say it is then I'm support-o-girl." Pulling back from the embrace she saw there were tears in her friend's eyes. "Will?"

"Sorry," Willow replied, as she gave an embarrassed smile. "It's just a nice moment, and you really are so supportive, even after we didn't support you a bunch of times and-" the girl's tears cut off her speech again.

"Willow, are you already pregnant?"

"Umm…"

"Oh my god! You are!"

"Sorry," Willow said again. "Surprise!"

One day, about a week later, Spike came home from work, covered in motor oil, to find Buffy dancing round the house, singing along to the CD player – supposedly dusting. Her bump wiggled in time with the music, and it was just too tempting to not reach out and put his arms around her.

"Ugh, you're filthy," she complained, half-heartedly, as she pulled him closer.

He smiled, and replied, "You're beautiful."

"Sshhh," she told him, "Listen to the words."

So he kissed her, and listened.

It was a cheery, sincere, little love song.

"Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other…"

Buffy abandoned the feather duster, and the couple swayed together.

"Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory…"

"Mine," Buffy whispered, at that point.

"Yours," Spike whispered in return, before nuzzling her neck, where his claim mark was. "I love you, baby."

The actual baby kicked then. They both felt it, and laughed together.

"You too," Spike added, kneeling, to lay a kiss on Buffy's belly, through her shirt.

When he was on his feet again the Slayer promised him good things, once he got cleaned up.

She laughed as he took off towards the bathroom - it was the most eager she'd ever seen him run anywhere.

Rubbing a hand over her bump she smiled, as she thought about all she had to be thankful for.

Hearing the water turn on Buffy made her way to her and Spike's bedroom and stripped off, leaving herself only clad in a pair of silk panties. Climbing into bed, she was feeling more than excited at the thought of sex with her mate. Pregnancy had pushed her already exceedingly high sex drive through the roof, and the tie between the couple was growing in strength daily, making their union even better again.

Across the hall Spike was excited, too. He was trying hard to get all of the motor oil off, while also trying to wash as quickly as he could, which left him distracted. Dropping, and subsequently washing away, a full bottle of shower gel the ex-vampire swore. He had to get out of the shower and hunt around in the cabinet for another bottle before continuing. Except there wasn't another one, and he was forced to use a bottle Dawn had set aside because it's floral scent was too pungent even for her.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed, aloud. "Gonna be smelling like soddin' roses for a week."

When he was finally done, and dried, he swaggered into the bedroom to find Buffy asleep. His face fell, and then almost instantly brightened again, as he thought about how beautiful she was. "Glowing," he mumbled, before correcting himself. "Effulgent."

"Mmm?" said Buffy, in her sleep.

"Nothin' pet," he replied, softly, before kissing her forehead and curling into bed with her.

To be continued...

Author Notes: This chapter is set during September 2005. Buffy is eight months along.

The song lyrics referenced are from 'Underneath Your Clothes' by Shakira.

Willow's decision may seem sudden, but bear in mind that she would have thought about it a lot previous to this, without saying anything because of the bigger issues everyone was having to deal with.

There will be another jump forward in time for chapter forty five, in which we countdown to the birth (of Buffy's child).