Fate, Faith & Family
Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Spike turned over on his side and immediately reached for Buffy. Only to find the spot she had been occupying in his bed empty. He shot up in bed.
"Buffy?" He called out. He hadn't dreamt that she had been there, had she? She had really come to him and
said—well, in so many words—that she loved him, right? "Buffy!" He called out again, this time louder.
"Coming!" He heard her call back.
He grinned to himself, "not yet, but you will soon," he murmured and started to get out of bed.
"Nope, stay there. How's your head?" She came into the room carrying a tray of what appeared to be tea,
coffee and Tylenol. He grinned at her and sat up against the headboard.
"Good kitten, I'm feeling much better. Got a little nervous when I woke up and you weren't here. Thought
maybe I imagined the whole thing," he took his cup and looked up at her over the mug. He was nervous, waiting for a reply, a confirmation that she was still with him.
She smiled at him. "You didn't imagine it. I just had to call Willow and see if she could keep Nate just a little
while longer. You slept forever."
He put his mug down and moved the tray out of his way, pulling Buffy to him. "Kiss. Lot of kissing time to
make up." He curled his tongue behind his front teeth, "among other things."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "is this what Anya had to put up with?"
"You're kidding right?"
"Good point. She's just as bad."
"Tell me honestly pet. Were you jealous?"
"Of Anya?"
Spike nodded.
She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "Not at first. I was jealous in the way that maybe she'd take my
best friend away from me."
"Never," he told her and began to nuzzle her neck.
"Then I was okay until I let her get to me and made me put distance between us—well, you know that part.
Then I was really jealous when you told me how soon you had sex with her."
He pulled back, "I knew it!"
She gave him a withering look. "No you didn't."
He shrugged, "okay, I had an idea at least."
She smiled. "When did you know?"
"That I loved you?" He swept some hair away from her face and gazed at her adoringly. "Oh, I'd say I always
knew on some level. I'd always put you up on some kind of pedestal, Buffy."
"You shouldn't do that. I'm human. And, I'm afraid of heights."
He grinned. "yeah, but up there I can see up your skirt."
She hit him on the chest playfully and he laughed, bringing her down for a kiss. "You saved me when I
moved here. You were my first friend and you made me feel welcome and be welcomed. I never forgot that
Buffy. And no, it wasn't just gratitude. You were always a bit of a mystery to me. When we were in high school,
before your mum died—sorry pet—as close as we were, there was always a part of you that was held back. And
it wasn't just from me, it was from everyone. I knew then that I wanted to be the one to know all your secrets,
all the things that made you Buffy. I wanted the right to know everything and in that way, be YOUR
everything, the way you were mine."
"That was beautiful, William," Buffy told him with a teary voice.
He smiled tenderly at her, "it's all true." And he leaned in and kissed her sweetly and gently, letting the
passion between them build naturally.
She pulled back just as his hands started to wander up her shirt.
"Am I going too far?" He asked, trying to reign in his raging libido. He'd wanted her for so long it seemed
and now that she was here, he just wanted. . . well, he just wanted to make her his. Forever.
"No, well. . . I want to, I do. I just. . . Nate. I do have to see him at some point. I left him at Willow's for what
was supposed to be a couple hours. Now it's turned into four. I really need to get him."
"I understand pet."
"Do you?"
"Bloody Hell woman! Of course I do. I'll come with you."
"You don't have to—"
"Hey now, none of that. We're a family, remember?"
She smiled. "I remember."
"Come on, let's go get the little guy."
Buffy filled Spike in on Tara and Willow on the way over and made him swear not to let on that he knew
anything and to keep his big mouth shut. She laughed when he pouted at that. A second later, he reached
over and took her hand in his and kissed the back of it, staring at her adoringly. She grinned back at him,
feeling her heart thudding in her chest. She wasn't used to so much attention. She also wasn't used to feeling
so much love coming from anyone before. It made her feel whole, something Buffy had never felt before.
This time, she had the flash of them. She saw siblings for Nate, a big family with Thanksgiving dinner and tons of Christmas presents under a large tree.
Nate was thrilled to see them and after giving Buffy a big hug, he reached his little body over to Spike's for his hug from him. Spike automatically took the tot in his arms and beamed at him as Nate said "Spike, Spike."
"I don't think I ever actually heard him say my name before." If Buffy wasn't mistaken, Spike looked almost
teary. "I think I need to buy him something now. Whaddya say Nate? How bout a shiny new bike?"
Buffy, Willow and Tara giggled. "He doesn't ride a bike yet, Spike," Buffy informed him.
"Well, I could get him one of those toy car things. Teach him how to ride it around the yard."
Buffy shook her head and smiled at the girls. "He's got him wrapped. The kids going to have a car by the
time he's ten."
"Hey, I heard that!"
The three of them spent the day together, having lunch, going to the park-swinging on swings, going down
the slide, and as promised, buying Nate a toy car. By the time dinner was over, Buffy was wiped.
"Pet, why don't you take a hot bath and relax. I'll put Nate down."
"Are you—"
He shot her a look.
"Right. Sorry. I have to get used to it."
"You better. When we have a house full of kids, I don't expect you to have to do everything," he told her
absently as he cleaned up Nate's tray. Buffy stopped on her way to the bedroom and turned around to see a
nervous Spike, apparently having just realized what he let slip.
She smiled, "I should hope not." And when she saw him visibly relax and beam at her, she walked away.
She went rummaging through her closet and drawers as soon as she entered the bedroom and shut the door
behind her. She made sure to first flip on the faucet to the tub. She didn't want the fact that she was tired to
stop her from being with Spike. If she did that, they'd never be together. She was a ‘mom' now, she was
always going to be tired. But, taking a bath was a brilliant idea and just the idea rejuvenated her. Fishing
around, she finally found a black silk nightie that was cut mid thigh and had lace all around its edges. She
found a matching silk robe and a black thong. Rushing into the bathroom, she poured half a bottle of bubble
bath in the tub and proceeded to find every bottle she could that smelt pretty and would make her skin the
softest in the world.
She wasn't sure how long she was in there, but at some point Spike had called to her in the bathroom and let
her know Nate was asleep. Lathering up with lotion and running a brush through her hair, she took a deep
breath and made her way out of the bathroom. She gasped when she saw what Spike had been busy doing
aside from getting Nate to sleep. He had lit the room with candles and put fresh flowers—no doubt picked
from the neighboor's yard in a vase next to the bed, and, for added measure, sprinkled the bed with petals.
Spike stood before her in black silk pajama bottoms. His jaw was on the floor.
"Spike it's beautiful in here."
" This? Luv, have you seen you? You're bloody perfect."
She felt a blush coming on. She stared at his naked chest, trying to look him in the eye. "You're pretty."
"Hey!"
"Right, not pretty. Handsome. Sexy. Better?"
He reached out and pulled her against him, letting her feel how better it was. He smothered her in a kiss that
turned her knees to jelly and sent her body ablaze.
"I want to make love to you. Do you want to? I mean, are you too tired because if you are, I can just hold
you—"
"Spike, I NEVER wear this. And I wouldn't wear it just because. I wore it for you. Because I want to."
He nodded and leaned in again. This time as he kissed her, he scooped her in his arms and brought her to
the bed, laying her down upon it. She gazed up at him, watched how the candles light lit up his skin in a kind
of golden color. He looked like a God. She realized she must have spoken the though out loud because the
sheer force of the adoration and love shining in his eyes made her want to melt into the bed.
"Say it Buffy," he requested softly.
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you."
"And you're mine? Forever?"
"Forever yours."
"And I'm forever yours."
She smiled broadly and pulled him down to her so that his body was flush against hers.
"I want to feel your skin," he muttered and began to move the robe off her shoulders, kissing each part of
her skin became exposed. Running her hands through his hair, she took delight in his curls springing free.
Sitting up, she helped him in discarding her nighty and Spike reverently ran his hand all over her silken body,
taking delight in the goose bumps left in the wake of his hands. "So beautiful. Gorgeous. I love you, every
part of you."
She started to feel a tad uncomfortable when he started for her panties.
"What is it?" He asked hoarsely.
"No one's ever. It's just that. . . "
He grinned, "don't worry, kitten. Make it good for you I will." And with that, he slid her thong down, leaning in
and kissing her sex as he discarded her thong somewhere on the floor. He opened her legs for him, gliding
his hands along her thighs, teasing her with his fingers. He flicked his tongue against her sweet spot and she
gasped at the feeling. It felt so good!
"So tasty, pet," he groaned. "Like a sweet peach."
"More."
He chuckled and slowly slid a finger inside her as he ran his tongue up and down her slit before settling on
the spot she wanted him to settle on so bad. As his tongue worked its magic and left her a trembling,
quivering ball of satisfaction and need for MORE, she found herself becoming increasingly more and more
jealous of Anya. When she came the second time in his mouth, she pulled lightly on his hair, wanting his body
against hers, wanting him inside her, over her, all around her. As he kissed her and she could taste herself on
his lips, she reached between them and lightly grasped his engorged manhood, guiding it to her entrance. He
gazed at her, his eyes nearly black with lust and need as he slid inside. His eyes closed and he grunted
before lavishing her face with kisses and nuzzling her neck.
"You fit inside me so perfectly," she whispered as she started to move under him, causing him to grunt and
then groan.
"Was there ever any doubt we were made for each other, luv?" He whispered back and began to thrust inside
her.
She shook her head, feeling that familiar tingling feeling start in her belly. Spike leaned in and kissed the
breath out of her as he moved.
"I love you," he gasped.
"I love you," she gasped back and soon they were crying out softly their release. Spike fell against her,
wrapping her in his arms and pulling her against him as they lay, side by side, limbs entwined. He brushed
her hair away from her face and gazed at her, a soft smile playing across his lips.
"You complete me," he told her.
She kissed him and then started to erupt in laughter.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing if you're Dr. Evil and I'm Mini Me. ‘You complete me.'"
Spike started to laugh and then when she moved against him JUST RIGHT, he growled and toppled her,
effectively stopping all laughter for at least an hour.
Epilogue coming soon....