Damage

Spike, true to his words, purchased a cell phone so Buffy could contact him anytime she needed. The next couple of weeks were hectic with Christmas coming and Buffy was kept busy by Joyce helping shopping, decorating and baking. She and Spike talked every day on the phone but had not had the opportunity to see each other. School let out a week before the holiday for winter recess so Riley was home then and it made it even more difficult for Spike to disappear for long periods of time.

Buffy gave Riley the cold shoulder for several days and then got into the routine of them “just being friends”. Xander was oblivious to what had really happened and while Willow didn’t know about the pregnancy, she did know that the breakup was for bogus reasons. She played along for Buffy’s sake.

Dr. Burkle had called Buffy to confirm the pregnancy and they had set up an appointment for Tuesday, January 20th, the day after her 18th birthday. Buffy decided to call Dr. Burkle and pose a “hypothetical” question to her. She asked her if the father of her baby was a lot older than her, would he get in trouble? Buffy pointed out again that she would be 18 in just a few weeks. Dr. Burkle told her that whee cae came for her appointment she would be 18 and that was the end of it as far as she was concerned but Buffy never heard her say that. Spike had reluctantly agreed to go with her, not because he didn’t care or want to be there but he was afraid that he might get in trouble. She assured him that Dr. Burkle wouldn’t say anything.

Since Buffy didn’t work, she only got a small allowance from her mom. Joyce helped out financially in buying presents for Xander, Willow, Dawn and other friends or family of course but Buffy couldn’t very well ask her for money to buy Spike a gift. She didn’t know what she was going to do and felt horrible about not being able to get a gift for him.

Xander had an after school and weekends job helping out a local construction company. She decided to hit him up for some money. She lied and told him it was for Willow’s gift and her mom wouldn’t give her enough. Xander shelled out the cash and Buffy went to the mall.

She had no idea what to get him. She knew he liked books. He wrote them. He probably already had a zillion. He liked his car but she knew nothing about car accessories. She passed by one of those islands in the middle of the mall corridor that had jewelry and other items that could be engraved. She settled on a nice sillighlighter and had, “To, Spike, Love, B” engraved on it. She figured it probably wasn’t wise to have her entire name put on there.

Spike and Buffy, with Willow’s help, coordinated a few hours of time on Christmas Eve to get together. Willow made up some lame story about Jewish traditions and Hanukkah to Joyce and her not knowing any better allowed Buffy to go with her for the ds los long as she was back by five pm to start their Christmas Eve activities.

Spike picked Buffy up a block away from Willow’s house around eleven am. He didn’t think they had time to go to the hotel they had before because it was two counties away. He didn’t want to celebrate in his car though. He took her to a small motel in town. He parked his car in the restaurant parking lot across the street so no one would see it at the motel.

As soon as they were inside roe room, she launched herself at him, hugging him fiercely.
“I missed you so much” she told him.
“I missed you too, Sunshine. You have no idea how much.” He kissed her possessively.
“I can’t wait. I need you NOW” Buffy grabbed at his shirt and pulled it over his head then frantically worked the fly open on his pants. Spike watched her in amazement at her forwardness. He liked it though.

Once they were both naked, they fell onto the bed together. Buffy raised and spread her legs for him as httlettled between them entering her in one swift movement.
“Unghhhh” they both grunted from the impact.
“Oh God, you feel so good” Buffy moaned.
“Oh Buffy…my baby…so do you…fuck…so wet for me. That’s it. Fuck Daddy’s cock.” Spike thrust in and out at a rapid pace.
“OH God, Spike. I’m going to cum” Buffy panted below him while straining to meet his thrusts.
“That’s my girl. Cum all over Daddy’s cock. Daddy loves you so much” Spike murmured huskily in her e “OH “OH GOD!” Buffy cried out in orgasm. Spike followed her quickly, flooding her with his semen and collapsing on top of her.

He rested a few moments before rolling off of her and cradling her to his chest.
“I’m a monster. A horrible sick pervert” he said out loud.
“What?” Buffy raised her head up to look at him. “No you’re not”
“Yes, I am. I’m sorry Buffy. I’m sorry I said those things. I lost control again. I seem to do that a lot around you” Spike informed her.
“What things? The Daddy stuff? Spike…I guess I’m a pervert too because I LIKED it. You know I do. That’s what sent me over the edge when you started talking like that.” Buffy replied with a slight blush.
“Yeah but I…” Spike began.
“No! Don’t say anything more” Buffy put her finger to his lips. “I love you too, Daddy” she said softly and then replaced her finger with her lips and kissed him into silence except for the moans that escaped him.

A couple hours of love making later, they were spent and exhausted both laying spread eagled side by side on the bed.
“Guess you better open your gift before I have to get you back” Spike told her.
“I will as soon as I can move” Buffy said.
“Wear you out, did I? Guess this old man still has it, eh?” Spike grinned.
“Yep…you do.” Buffy smiled back.

Spike finally got enough strength back to get out of bed and he padded over to the bags they had brought with them. He took a small but long rectangular box out and walked back to Buffy.
“Merry Christmas” he said as he handed it to her.
Buffy sat up on the bed and crossed her legs. She tore open the wrapping paper and opened the box. Nestled inside was a delicate gold chain necklace that had small gold letters spelling out “Sunshine” with a little gold sun on each side of the word.
“It’s beautiful, Spike” she started to cry.
“Hey now. Don’t cry baby. Here let me put it on you” He took it out of her hands and she turned her head so he could drape it around her neck and fasten the clasp.
“I’ll never take it off, Spike. Thank you” Buffy hugged him.
“You’re welcome.” Spike kissed the tip of her nose.

Buffy scrambled off the bed and went and got her gift for him.
“It’s not much. Especially in comparison but I didn’t know what to get you and I didn’t have a lot of money. I had to borrow some from Xander.” Buffy told him.
Spike opened the package and saw the silver lighter with the engraving and smiled. He hadn’t received a gift from a woman who loved him in years. She could have gotten him ANYTHING and he would’ve loved it. To know she even borrowed money to get him something made him feel warm inside as well.
“It’s perfect, luv. Thank you.”
“You really like it?” Buffy asked unsure.
“Yes, I love it.” Spike went and got his cigarettes out of his pocket to test it out with.

“Ugh…open a window if you’re going to smoke in here” Buffy told him.
“You’re the one who just gave me a cigarette lighter.” He laughed a ope opened the window.
“I know but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time.” lauglaughed back.
“Silly girl” he shook his head.
“I’m gonna take a shower before we head back.” Buffy said walking into the bathroom.
“I’ll join you as soon as I’m finished, pet” Spike called to her.

After they had showered and made love yet again in the bathroom, they dressed Spi Spike took the key back to the office. Buffy waited by the door until he came back and then they proceeded to walk across the motel parking lot. They got up to the street and were waiting for the cars to pass so they could cross to the restaurant where his car was.

Once a cluster of cars went by, they crossed over and walked to Spike’s car. He was just unlocking the passenger side door for her when they both heard a car pull up close and a door open, “BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS. WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE” Joyce yelled at her then turned her attention to Spike.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIITH ITH MY 17 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER AT A MOTEL?”
Spike’s face paled and he swallowed the huge lump in his throat as he came face to face with the wrath of Joyce Summers; his worst nightmare.

Continued in Chapter 13- Knock down Drag out Fights