A/N: Written for an EF writing prompt:

Before Buffy jumped to her death in "The Gift", she slept with Spike. When Willow resurrects her, she essentially re-animates Buffy's dead cells – including Spike's sperm, traces of which are still in her body.

In other words, not only does the spell resurrect her, but it also gets her pregnant.

Rated for sexual content. Canon typical violence and themes. I will try to add appropriate warnings as needed although I think these should suffice for the majority of the story.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Note:

Much of the dialogue in this first chapter is taken directly from The Gift.

Chapter 1

Buffy's eyes rested momentarily on Spike, his face reflecting the very thoughts going through her head as they strode down the sidewalk towards her house. They were both worried sick about Dawn.

He had been Buffy's most adamant supporter in her belief that Dawn's life had to be preserved at all costs. She was still weary about her conversation with Giles when he asked her about sacrificing Dawn for the greater good and she was grateful to Spike for his support.

His looming presence had become something like a security blanket. Ever since she had confronted him after being tortured by Glory she had felt drawn to him. Ironically that was about the time he had started to pull away.

The Buffy-Bot had been a level of creepy she could've lived a long happy life without. However the shame Spike showed after the fact seemed to change something in him. He was quieter than usual for starters. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation, or maybe his loss of the robot and her subsequent reaction to it had affected him.

Or maybe it was the fact that she had kissed him. Willingly. Softly. The thought of that kiss had been careening off of the walls inside her head since she'd done it.

Or maybe it is the undeniable fact that one of us is going to die tonight… As much as she wanted to shun that morbid thought, she just couldn't.

Whatever the reason, she was looking at him differently. He didn't have to be there. He didn't have to fight. He didn't even have to take orders from her. He did because he chose to do it.

Buffy opened the door to her house with Spike behind her. "The weapons are in the chest by the TV, I'll grab the stuff upstairs." She started toward the stairs.

"Uh, Buffy…"

She turned back to him, puzzled, realizing he was stopped at the doorway. He merely waved a hand, the look on his face bashful. "If you wanna just hand them over the threshold, I'll…"

Realization dawned on her. "Come in, Spike."

The look of surprise etched on his face was endearing. He knew he had crossed a line, several lines, before and he didn't want to push. It took him a moment before he took a slow step over the threshold, smiling shyly. "Hmm. Presto. No barrier."

Buffy's eyes locked with his for a moment and something clamored inside her chest begging to touch him. And then the moment snapped as Spike broke his gaze, walking into the living room to the weapons chest.

"I won't bother with the small stuff. Couple of good axes should hold off Glory's mates while you take on the lady herself." He said with a little more confidence than he felt.

"We're not all gonna make it. You know that."

"Yeah," he carried a few things from the chest back toward Buffy, "always knew I'd go down fightin'."

"I'm counting on you... to protect her." Her heart was breaking even as she said it.

He felt something swell up in his chest.

She's counting on me. Trusting me to protect Dawn, to keep her safe. God, I swear I'll die before I let anything happen to Dawn.

"Till the end of the world. Even if that happens to be tonight."

She knew he would keep his word and nodded, knowing she could trust him to take care of Dawn. "I'll be a minute."

"Yeah." Spike said as he watched her walk up a few steps. "I know you'll never love me," he blurted out suddenly.

She paused halfway up the stairs, the breath catching in her throat and turned back to look at him.

"I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man. And that's—" he trailed off when he saw the way she was looking at him with silent intensity.

And that was it. Those few sincere words spoken aloud. His promise to care for Dawn as ardent as any declaration of love and devotion and his acknowledgement of the chasm between them triggered something in her. That was why he was here with her. Love. And it was real. Even knowing she couldn't love him back, it was real for him.

Other than the fact that one of us is probably going to die tonight. Why can't it be real for me too? If this is the end of it all, why not give him a chance?

She took a few timid steps down towards him and let out a nervous breath as she extended a hand to him at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at her with disbelief. "Slayer?"

"I can't give you what you want. Especially not right now… with everything— but I want— I—" she stammered, the words caught in her throat. Spike seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, waiting to see if he was misunderstanding the situation, yet again.

He struggled to find his voice, "Buffy, I'm not asking for anything from you."

"I know. That's why I'm offering." She stepped towards him, close enough to touch. He stayed frozen in place. Every wish and dream he had ever had of her slipped through his mind as she tenderly pressed her lips to his. The axes clattered to the floor.

The kiss seared his mind. He had been insane to think the buffy-bot could be anything like this. Like her. He could taste the coffee she'd had earlier mingled with her natural flavor and scent. Her pulse quickened under his fingertips as he brought them to her throat. The wet heat of her mouth and the way her tongue moved against his was intoxicating. The reality of the kiss was so far removed from anything he ever imagined. A soft, almost reverent moan escaped his mouth as she deepened the kiss and pulled him to her with a hand at the nape of his neck.

Buffy's restraint broke apart with that kiss. If one of them was going to die tonight then she wanted to make the best of it.

Buffy pulled out of the kiss leaving Spike stunned by the passion of it. He watched as she took his hand and laced their fingers together tenderly.

"Buffy— what are—"

"Please don't make this complicated. I know I'm probably just—"

He cut her off with another kiss and Buffy pulled him along with her towards the stairs. She stripped his coat off his shoulders, draping it over the banister and continued to guide him to her bedroom.

Their eyes locked in the dark of her room. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Tonight it is." She said, pulling off her shirt and starting on his belt.

"Because tomorrow might never come?"

"Something like that."

"Buffy, I—"

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh, please?"

He nodded silently and she dropped her finger from his lips, pulling him into a tender kiss. He gripped her around the waist pulling her into him as he settled down onto the bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she helped him with his clothing. Stripping him down, she took a moment to take in his pale chiseled form. She suddenly wished she had taken him seriously before now and done this when they had time.

Buffy's remaining clothing followed closely behind and Spike couldn't contain his adoration, "God Buffy, you're more beautiful than I ever—"

She stopped him with another kiss, pulling him down onto the bed with her. She layed down and wrapped her legs around his slender, well muscled form as he covered her body with his and let her hands roam freely along his chest, shoulders, arms and back. He shifted himself so he was supported on his knees and one forearm, leaving an arm free to caress up her rib cage and cup one breast.

He brought his mouth to her neck, lavishing kisses on her skin, moving down over her collarbone and sternum and over to the other breast. Buffy bucked against him as he swirled his tongue over one breast and then the other. He worked his way down her body like he wanted to memorize every dip and curve. Worship every inch. He hooked his hands under her knees, spreading her legs wide.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked in a hushed, nervous tone.

"Loving you the way you should be loved, sweetheart," he murmured against her inner thigh.

"Spike, I—"

"Shh, Luv. I'm not going to hurt you."

He licked a line up her slit sucking her clit into his mouth making her buck against his tongue. "Holy shit! What was that?" Buffy gasped.

He grinned. "I'm just getting started, kitten. Do you trust me?"

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she nodded. Relaxing her legs to the sides, she let herself ease into his ministrations as he worked his tongue into her folds, kissing her sex and delving deeply. She let out a strangled scream as he toyed with her clit with his tongue. He took his time lavishing her before moving his mouth away to work two fingers into her core.

"Oh God, Spike! What are— ohh God!"

She gripped her fingers into his unruly bleached hair, screaming and writhing as he crooked his fingers upward hitting a spot deep within her that she didn't even know existed. It wasn't long before he had worked her to a fever pitch. She moaned loudly as he brought his mouth back down to taste her again and tease her clit until she came undone with a crashing wave. Removing his fingers from her he lapped at her slick heat, unable to get enough of her. He watched as she arched her back gorgeously for him, moaning, breast heaving with every breath, calling his name as he built her up again.

His thoughts raced through his mind. She was like ambrosia. If he had thought Slayer blood was good, it was nothing compared to this. She was so responsive that it was driving him insane. The scent and taste of her overwhelmed his senses. She was so full of life, so full of everything he had been missing. She was everything to him. He flicked his tongue over her clit pushing her over the edge again, tasting her sweet release.

He grinned at her lazily as she gasped in a heavy breath, recovering from the intensity of the orgasm, "Oh God, Spike!"

He stalked up her body, just as slowly and reverently as he had gone down her. Kissing and sucking a path up her naked form. He paused at her breasts to give them attention too, making her writhe beneath him before moving back to her lips. Kissing her passionately. He pulled back after a moment, taking in the glazed look in her eye.

She nearly looked stoned. He ran a hand over her stomach to her hip and she shivered under his touch.

"That was— that—" she panted.

It was obvious she had enjoyed it, but she was also a little flustered. He doubted Finn ever managed to get a reaction from her like that.

Would seem Major Missionary missed out.

"Was that a first for you, pet?" He asked, with a purr in his tone.

She nodded, humming contentedly and pulled him closer.

"I'm honored, Slayer," he murmured against her neck, "you're incredible. Beautiful."

"Come here," she said, wrapping a leg around his hips. She reached down to take his hard cock in her hand. Running her hand over his length before positioning him at her opening. He rocked slowly pushing into her and gasped as he felt her tight muscles surround him.

She whimpered his name as he filled her completely. He hit a spot deep within her that made electricity dance through her body and up her spine. Again and again. Building her up. Her fingernails made deep furrows in his back in response and he let out a hiss of pain and pleasure. He nipped at her neck drawing a gasp from her throat and she tangled her fingers in his hair giving a sharp pull. His hand convulsed on her thigh gripping hard enough to leave a bruise. Her inner muscles contracted, squeezing his cock. He relaxed his grip and slid his hand a few inches to the back of her knee and pulled her leg in to hug him tighter.

"Cum for me again, beautiful. Let me feel you, don't you dare hold back," the words came out as a low growl in her ear and she began to shudder, her breath caught as she crested the wave and came crashing back down squeezing and convulsing. She squeezed her leg around his hip with almost bone crushing force. The power of it pushed Spike over the edge with her, spilling into her with force. She relaxed her leg slightly, enabling him to pump into her with long smooth strokes allowing them both to ride it out as long as possible.

He kissed her tenderly as they started to come down. It was a long moment before Spike rolled to the side still facing her. He stroked her arm gently as she laid there, bliss etched on her face.

"I love you," he whispered.

Buffy sat up slowly, holding her arms around herself in modesty, "Spike—"

He pulled himself up next to her. "I'm not an idiot, Buffy. I know what tonight is about. We're both bloody terrified we're not coming out of this. I know there's a good chance I'm not and that's fine by me so long as you and the Nibblett are safe and the world keeps turning with you in it." He got out of bed and pulled his pants back on, "I just need you to know that tonight means something to me. Even if all I am to you is a bit of cold comfort."

"Spike—" she held a hand out to him. He walked around the bed pulling his shirt on as he went and eyed her wearily. Buffy waved her hand impatiently until he took it. "Tonight does mean something to me. The fact that you are here at all means something. We just don't have time to figure it all out right now, alright? If there's a tomorrow then maybe we'll talk, or maybe we'll just pretend like this never happened."

He squeezed her hand. "I certainly won't regret this. If I do die tonight I'll be one happy pile of dust."

She smiled sadly. "Remember, I'm counting on you."

"I keep my promises, Luv."