At It Like Rabbits by NautiBitz
CHAPTER ONE: "Something Huge"
Stats : Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Spike/Buffy | NC-17/M (not for kids) | 6 chapters | 16,000+ words
Summary: It's the final chapter in the Bunnyverse, aka the sequel to Heart Don't Lie! Thirteen years later, Buffy and Spike are happily married with kids (and are just as frisky as ever). Ah, domestic bliss. Must mean something's about to change around here...
Originally Published/Completed: November 2007/February 2008.
Awards Won (for entire saga): "Best Series", "Best Romance" and "Best Pairing - Conventional" from the Sunnydale Memorial Fanfiction Awards, and more.
The Story So Far: If you haven't read Heart Don't Lie, prepare to be spoiled. Spike and Buffy are married with children, thanks in part to one fateful night back in 1999 when they were sorcelled into bunny rabbits. Lots of stuff happened and they fell in love. What's more, all vampires and most demons were wiped out in a big ole' apocalypse — with the exception, for very different reasons, of Angel and Drusilla. (Though Dru was committing suicide last we saw her.) Also, Spike is a human he-slayer. WTF, you say? It's hard to explain. Just read HDL already. (Click on my name to find it.)
Many Thanks: to willow25 and souloftherose for the beta read, and everyone at NautiFic who cheered the story on as I posted it in rough form.
Thanksgiving Day, 2012
"No," Buffy said, and let out a little sigh.
She wasn't all that surprised. Another month, another no; and if trying again meant more Olympic-worthy shagathons like the one she was currently recovering from? She could suck it up and deal.
Except she'd had a little more hope than usual this time. She'd even bought the fancy-shmancy new never-wrong kit that promised results in three seconds.
Pouting at the back of the box, she noticed something she hadn't before: the TrueBlueE-Z3 had a RE-ZultButton. Press for your three-second result!
"Duh." She pressed it, and the digital display blinked and changed color.
She gasped, hand over her mouth. "...Spike?"
Behind her, at the bathroom sink, he slid a razor up his cheek. "Hmm?"
"Not no." She couldn't stop staring at it. Blue. Positive. "Yes."
"Yes?" He dropped his razor and grabbed the test out of her hand. "It's blue. Is that blue? That's not—" He squinted. "Is it blue?"
"It's totally blue. See?" She pressed the button again and the display switched to Pregnant. "Baby blue." Her eyes met his, and she smiled. "We did it."
"I'll be buggered," he breathed, stunned. "You know, I had a feeling? Like something huge was gonna happen today?"
"Me too." She led his hand beneath her camisole, to her flat-for-now belly. "Guess that something huge is gonna be me."
He cocked a brow.
"Say hello to bunny number three."
"Hello, Bunny." Staring at her lips, he rubbed her belly, then aimed southward as he moved in for a smooch. "Goodbye, Mommy's underpants."
"Stop!" With a giggle, she snatched the towel from his waist to wipe her cheek. "You're getting your cream all over my face."
Snickering evilly, he waved his growing erection at her. "That's the plan."
"No," she said, checking herself in the mirror, "the 'plan' is to call my mother and tell her the amazing news before we get dressed, round up the fam and celebrate Thanksgiving like a normal married couple." She pushed him away again. "Normal. As in not with the constant creamy nakedness?"
"Ooh." He sucked in a breath and stroked his cock. "Say that again."
She threw her hands up and left the room.
"When you gonna get it through your nog, Buffy?" Quickly, he toweled the shaving cream from his neck. "We're not normal!"
"Speak for yourself," she muttered as she grabbed the iPhone on the dresser. She hit the Mom dial, but it made an impotent chirp. The one downside to living in a secluded, to-die-for beachfront estate? No freaking cell phone reception.
She stepped out onto the balcony and held the device toward the sun. "Come on. Give me one bar. Just one... Yes!"
"Tell her at dinner, will you?" A randy, naked Spike python-squeezed her from behind, dug his fingertips into her belly and raised her feet off the ground. "They'll know soon enough. Let's keep this ours for now."
Touched by the sentiment, even though he was dry-humping her crack, she relented. "I guess it can wait."
"Enjoy the moment, yeah?" He tossed her phone onto the lounge chair behind them and swept her hair away from her neck to press his still-stubbled cheek to hers. "You, me, the little sea monkey wiggling around in your tummy..."
"Mm, nothing like the image of wiggling sea monkeys to get a girl in the mood."
"Thought the breathtaking view took care of the romance for me." He kissed her shoulder and eased her camisole strap down. "Do I need to buy you another view?"
Relaxing into him, she ran her fingers through his hair. "Nah, it still does it for me." How could it not? Lush greenery and fragrant flowers sloping toward a private beach, and after that, nothing but ocean and sky.
She thought of the day he'd surprised her with it. For almost a year, she'd been convinced that he was cheating on her — when in actuality, he and Xander had been remodeling this house in their off time. With their bare hands. Just for her.
It came as such a shock that she was miffed at first: How dare he make such a huge decision without consulting with her? Besides, if she'd known, she could have helped, it would have gone faster and could have even been fun, plus she wouldn't have wasted so much precious energy inspecting his pants and cross-examining every vaguely attractive female he worked with! Including Anya!
But then he showed her this view, and she got it.
"It's not a bad back yard to have," she said, just as she'd said then.
More concerned with her backside than their back yard, Spike spread her ass cheeks. "New kid's gonna have the good life."
"Holy crap. We're having another baby."
"Been too bloody long."
"Has it been too long?" She tried to turn around, but he wouldn't let her. "Did we make the right decision?"
Barely listening as he rubbed against her, he said, "It's perfect, baby. Everything's perfect."
"Seriously, Spike. What if this is too much privilege?" She gestured at their surroundings. "What if it grows up to be Paris Hilton? Or, or one of those lazy playboys with greasy hair and a greasier hatred of women?"
"Chance would kill it first."
"Oh my god!" Her eyes widened. "How do we tell Chance?"
"Bridge," Spike said, tugging her lacy panties down her hips. "Come to it."
She pulled them back up. "She's gonna hate us, isn't she?"
"She's thirteen. She'll hate us no matter what. Now let Big Daddy in."
"You can't be serious." She reached down to stop him from prodding her asshole. "We did this all morning and all last night!"
"But I didn't know you were pregnant then." He murmured against her ear, knowing how pliable it made her. "Come on, kitten. We still got you and me time left..."
"They'll be back any minute now."
"So don't be so bloody loud."
"Me, bloody loud?" She turned to face him and interlocked her fingers behind his neck, lips moving alluringly as she teased, "Was I the one yelling, 'Take it, take my big bad cock Slayer' all night long? 'Cause I don't think I was."
"Mmhm." He'd slipped his hands into her underpants to fondle her ass. "Was I the one who said," he pitched his voice up an octave, "'Look Spike, it's my high school Halloween dress! Remember that night I was so helpless and vulnerable you nearly had your wicked way with me and my defenseless teenage virgin bits?'"
She smirked. "That's not what I said."
"That's what I heard." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Wanna put it on again?"
"You ripped it to shreds. With your teeth."
"Bugger." He shrugged. "Oh well. Least I got it all on tape."
She snorted, then said, "You're joking, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not. You won't know 'til it's on the inter—Ow!" Her stinging slap only served to arouse him more, but she knew that. "That's no way to treat an expectant father, is it?"
"Sure it is." She tapped at his lips, let him bite her fingertips. "If that father is you."
"I do like it rough." He tore her panties in half.
Eyes falling shut, she heaved a sigh and said for what had to be the millionth time, "I liked that pair."
"Pity." He gave them to her, then sat her up on the railing to spread her legs...
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