His Worth

Several months later…

“Buffy…please” Spike pleaded.
“Don’t even talk to me” Buffy replied crossing her arms and turning to stare out the window.

Spike was driving them back from her doctor’s office. Gynecologist to be exact. She had gone in to have her regular routine annual and Pap smear and low and behold her doctor had informed her that she had Chlamydia.

It was obvious to Buffy from whom she had gotten it. At first she thought Spike had cheated on her. Why else wouldn’t she have known sooner? Why hadn’t she known at all, Buffy thought? Then her doctor had informed her that many people with Chlamydia infection have few or no symptoms of infection. Thankfully, once diagnosed it could be treated with an antibiotic. Sometimes the infection resulted in infertility in women though and Buffy was upset thinking she wouldn’t be able to have children but her doctor assured her that that particular result did not apply to her case.

Spike was angry because Buffy didn’t believe that he hadn’t cheated on her, well recently anyway, and then it came out that he had indeed willingly tricked himself out the n of of their big blowup. God, he felt like a heel. He should have just told her back then about it but he hadn’t. Besides, he thought, there was no way of knowing whether he picked up the infection from the john or whoever had raped him.

“Bloody incompetent wankers” Spike swore under his breath in reference to the over worked and understaffed emergency room staff for not finding out then and there that he had the infection when he was brought it.

Spike tried to rationalize with Buffy that he could have been infected by his rapist(s) and more than likely was but she was being unreasonable. Finally with tears in his eyes he said, “Right then. Next time you’re gang raped, don’t come crying to me when you get a disease you bloody heartless bitch”
“Stop the car, now” Buffy burst out in tears.

Spike pulled over onto the shoulder and came to a stop. Before he knew it he had his arms full of Buffy and she was sobbing into his chest.

“I’m so sorry. It must have been horrible for you, the parts you remember at least. I had no right…I was just so scared and thought something worse could’ve happened…to you…to me and then that we might not be able to have kids and it was all just too much….oh, Spike…we promised we wouldn’t do this to each other anymore…” Buffy sobbed.
“I’m sorry too Buffy. God, do you have any idea how bad I feel knowing I’m the one who gave this to you? I promise…it won’t ever happen again. Please believe me” Spike begged her.
“I do, Spike.” She sniffled.
“I love you, Buffy” Spike murmured into her hair.
“I love you too, Spike. We just keep screwing things up though don’t we?” she asked him...
“Bloody happy endings are overrated anyway, right luv?” Spike joked.
“Right, nothing like a good fight…” Buffy began
“Good fight equals good makeup sex” Spike interrupted.
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Is that all you ever think about?”
“ ‘ey! I’m a guy. It’s what I do!” Spike grinned.
“Yeah well until we both have clean bills of health there will be no making up or down or around or anything, buddy.” Buffy moved back to her side of the car and refastened her seat belt.

Spike groaned and pulled back onto the road. It was time to go home.


5 Years Later…

Buffy, Giles, Anya, Willow and Tara sat in the friends and family section of the commencement festivities for this year’s graduating class of UCS.
Loud hoots and hollers came from the over zealous group of friends as William “Spike” Giles and Alexander Harris took the stage at their respective times to be granted their degrees. While Spike was shaking hands with the dean, Giles yelled out to everyone within earshot, “That’s MY son!” as he beamed proudly.

Later that evening, Buffy hosted their graduation celebration at her gallery which had turned out to be a great investment and was one of the hottest spots in town.
As everyone mingled, eating and drinking and dancing, Buffy made her way to Spike. She leaned over and whispered in his ear that if he wanted his graduation present, he had to come to her private office upstairs. Buffy left and Spike said his goodbyes to the people he was talking to and excused himself.

Spike opened the door to find the room lit with candles, soft music playing in the background and Buffy laying in a silky red barely there robe on a pallet on the floor.

“Buffy…” he breathed as she crooked her finger at him to come to her.

He closed the door and loosened his tie and removed his jacket. They made him play dress up for the big event and he was more than happy to get out of the confining clothes.

He kneeled down at Buffy’s feet and began a trail of light teasing touches from her ankle on upward.
“Are you my present, luv?” he asked huskily.
“One of them” Buffy smiled. “Come here” she opened her arms.

Spike was on her in an instant, lips crashing together, battling tongues. She had meant to make this romantic, slow and sensual but everything went out the window as he devoured her mouth. She frantically struggled to divest him of his clothes popping buttons and ripping seams in her haste. Spike untied the sash at her waist and opened her robe to reveal her smooth, soft curves. Once they were skin to skin, they were both lost in hunger and passion for each other. Buffy was already dripping wet before Spike had even touched her pussy. When he did, he grinned.

“I think my kitty is ready for a treat” he sing-songed.
“Oh god” Buffy moaned as Spike roughly thrust two fingers deep inside her while massaging her clit with his thumb.
He bent his head and sucked her hard nipples at the same time.
“Spike, please…I want you inside me” Buffy panted.
“I am inside you” Spike replied.
“You know what I mean” Buffy moaned again as he tweaked her clit.

It still amused Spike how after all these years and as many times that they had fucked how she still held a certain shy quality about her that prevented her from talking dirty to him the way he did to her without a bit of prodding by him.

“Say it Buffy…tell me what you want” Spike told her.
“Spike…please…I want…” Buffy breathed.
“You have to say it…” he kept on.
“Oh god, I want your...your cock….please...inside of me…I need your cock inside of me now.” She finally got out.

Spike removed his fingers and positioned himself at her slick entrance and pushed in, hard and deep. Buffy grabbed onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into skin, arched her back and dug her heels into the pallet.

“You like that, pet” Spike began moving in and out.
“Oh God...yes…don’t stop…” Buffy answered him.

She reached down and grabbed his butt cheeks and slammed him hard into her as she thrust her hips upward to meet him.

“Christ, Buffy” Spike groaned and began fucking her as hard and fast as he could.
“Who’s fucking you, Buffy?” Spike gritted his teeth.
“Unnghh” Buffy groaned.
“Who, Buffy? Tell me!” Spike demanded.
“Ohhhhh, you are, Spike….you’re fucking me…oh god! Yes…fuck me…fuck me….only you”
“That’s my girl.” Spike smiled down at her. “Cum for me, baby…” Spike ordered her.
Buffy felt herself start to tremble and shake as her orgasm washed over her. Spike kept saying the most deliciously wicked things in her ear as she came, she was practically sobbing in release. A few strokes later, Spike followed her.

“Oh fuck, Buffy…I’m cumming…so damn tight…so good.” He grunted and spilled himself inside her.
He rolled off her and cradled her in his arms as they came down from their high.
“Thank you, luv” Spike said.
“For what?” Buffy asked.
“My present. It was the best ever” Spike smiled at her.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Buffy jumped up and threw on her robe then threw Spike his pants.
“Put your pants on so I can take you to see your other present” she told him.
Spike shucked himself into his pants and followed Buffy out of her office into an adjoining room she used as a studio for her personal projects.

Standing in the middle of the room was a covered canvas. Buffy walked over and removed the sheet draping over it.
Spike gasped as he took in the painting Buffy had done for him. It was a likeness of his mother. Giles had given her some photographs to go by and she had been working on it for months to try and perfect it.

“I thought we could hang it in the living room” Buffy told him nervously hoping he liked it.
“Spike? Are you O.K.? Do you like it?” Buffy asked.
“Oh, pet. I love it. It’s beautiful. I can’t believe you did this for me. Thank you” he teared up and took her into his arms to hug.
“She would’ve been so proud of you today, Spike. I wanted her to be here with us today, if only in some small way.” Buffy smiled at him.
“I love you so much; you know that, don’t you?” Spike searched her eyes.
“I love you too. You mean everything to me. You’re worth everything to me in this world.” Buffy kissed him softly.

Spike concluded to himself with a chuckle, alright, so maybe happy endings weren’t as overrated as he thought.


The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading His Worth. I appreciate the reviews and hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks again! :-)