Second Chances

Buffy awoke and took in her surroundings. She was in a bed, a big bed in fact,
and she was naked. She rolled over finding out that she was alone. She sat up
bringing the s up up to cover her chest while looking around the room for her
clothes.

“Damn it,” She muttered and yawned.

She found a blue button down shirt thrown over a chair, grabbed it and put
it on. Oh, there’s my undies, she thought as she picked them up off the
floor and pulled them on. She made her way to the bathroom, looking for some
mouth wash. She found it under the sink, along with those small Dixie cups on
top of the counter.

After she made sure she had decent breath, she went looking around the house
for him. Kitchen? No. Living room? Nope, not there either. She made her way
across the house to where his study was. She heard his voice. Ahh, jackpot.
Buffy smiled and pushed open the door more, making her way inside.

“So, how does that sound with you? I think I have a shot, but I’m
230;230; I’m going to need your help with it. I think if I have it up and
running, sooner rather than later it would …” Spike paused as he
spun around in his chair after hearing the door creak. He stood and made his
way toward her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, then went back to his conversation.

“What was I saying? Oh, yes …what? No! Liam, I’ve told you,
it’s been two years, I’m clean.” Spike told Liam. “I’m
sober and I’m not going to fuck up again.”

Spike covered his face with his hand, then pinched the bridge of his nose with
his index finger and thumb, sighing. “Don’t do this to me Liam,
we have history. I introduced you to Cordelia for Christ’s sake!”

Buffy decided she didn’t want to be around to hear this, and suspected
that he didn’t want her there to hear him sounding so … needy. She
turned to leave, but he caught her arm and brought her down on his lap, where
he placed kisses on her shoulder. He moved his hand up her stomach to her breast
and gave it a light squeeze then took it away.

“Thank you. Thank you Liam. Yes, I’ll come by on Monday. Thank
you.” He hung up the phone and pulled her close to him.

“What was all that about?”

“That? Oh, just work. Or rather, hoping that it will be work. I think
he’s interested in me working for him.”

“That’s great …Umm, doing what?” Buffy asked.

“Oh, web design,” Spike said as he brought both of his hands up
to cover her shirt-clad breasts.

“Mmm, wearing my shirt love, seems you made yourself at home …”
He kissed her neck and began to unbutton the shirt.

“Hey, hey … I’m hungry.” Buffy told him. “We
can hanky panky later.”

Spike pouted against her neck, “Want you now …”

Buffy ground onto him whispering, “Down boy,” Then got up and faced
him.

“You little tease. Down boy? You just woke him up more.” Spike
grinned and stood as well, “Now he’s just going to fo you you wherever
you go …Hey, get back here!”

Buffy had taken off running, but didn’t get very far seeing as Spike
caught up with her and pinned her against the wall in the hallway.

“Mmm, got you now, love,” Spike purred and captured her lips with
his.

Buffy kissed him back while wrapping her arms around him. Spike pried her legs
apart with one leg then stepped between them. He ran his hand up her leg, encountering
her panties.

“Now, that just won’t do,” He informed her as he slowly pulled
them down. Buffy tilted her head back and reached for his jeans. She undid the
button, unzipped them, and then shoved them down. Spike placed his hands under
her thighs and lifted her up, slipping inside of her.

“Fuck Buffy,” Spike moaned as he moved in and out of her slowly,
enjoying the feel of her around him.

Buffy gasped as he brought his hand to the top of the shirt and ripped it down
the middle, making buttons go everywhere. He began raining kisses on her neck
and breasts.

Buffy wrapped her legs around him tighter and moved herself on him more, “Suck
on them, please Spike, Oh mmm …please …” ple pleaded. He didn’t
hesitate. He placed his mouth on a nipple and suckled it.

She squeezed his cock and he moaned against her skin.

He separated himself from her breast, “Do it again,” and then brought
the nipple back into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, teasing it.

“Ahhh, I’m …” Buffy moaned.

“Mmm …”

Spike let go of her breast and placed his arms under hers, resting his hands
on her shoulders, thrusting into her harder.

“Oh, that’s it! That! Oh!!!” Buffy screamed.

“Like …that …kitten?” Spike panted, moving his head
back to watch her. Fucking gorgeous.

“Fucking gorgeous, Buffy. That’s what you are. So hot and tight,
I swear you’re going to swallow me whole. I want you to, take me in…Take
it all,” Spike groaned then drove into her faster.

“Ah, ah …Spike, I …Oh Spike I …Oh Fuck!!!!” Buffy
screamed as she came. Spike shut his eyes tight as he started to come, then
realized that they didn’t use a condom and pulled out of her, his come
shooting onto her thigh, the rest of it anyway.

“Fuck!”

“Wha …Oh …Oh no.” Buffy breathed as she put her legs
down. “Damnit!”

“Buffy …”

“No, I …what …how could I be so fucking stupid?”

“Not you love, me …I should have …”

Buffy stared at him.

“Don’t worry about it, I mean…Well, you know,” Buffy
said then brought her finger in her mouth, licking what was there.

“What do you mean don’t worry about it? Are you on birth control?”
Spike asked.

“Well …no, but …”

“No buts Buffy, I’m fucking thirty-four years old. I’m not
having another kid.”

“Oh …well, what are the odds anyway? Don’t stand there and
give yourself a heart attack.” Buffy bent over to pull her panties up
as Spike buckled up his pants.

Buffy pulled the shirt over her, holding it together by her arms that were
crossed in front of her.

“Are you saying that if I am … I have to … you know …?”

“Buffy …”

“No, I want to know.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Let’s just pray
that it doesn’t.” Spike said then made his way to the kitchen. “You
said you were hungry right? What would you like?”

Buffy followed him, deciding to let it go. She wouldn’t be pregnant anyway.

She hoped.

Later that night, they were sitting on the couch, watching some sketch show.
Buffy laughed and leaned in closer to him. Spike held her closer and tried to
concentrate on the TV, her ... anything except the fact that she could be pregnant.
He didn’t want to be a father again. He swore to himself after Winifred
took Matthew away from him, that that was it. He was done. No more kids to bring
into the world, just so they could be taken away from him. He couldn’t
bring himself to go through that again. She’s only twenty; she’s
going to want kids … Spike thought to himself. He closed his eyes
already knowing that this new relationship was doomed. Might as well go ahead
and talk about it. It was goio coo come up anyway. She must have been thinking
the same thing when she tilted her head up and looked at him.

“Spike?”

“Buffy …”

“If I am pregnant, am I going to have to get an abortion?”

Oh God, no! His mind screamed out, though the words didn’t leave his
lips.

Spike sat up, bringing her up with him, “We have to talk …”

Buffy sat up and moved to the other side of the couch, sitting Indian style
facing him.

“Okay.”

“You’re young …I’m, well …not. You want different
things and …”

“What?”

“Buffy let me finish.”

“Uh, how do you know what I want? You’ve never asked!”

This already wasn’t going well, and he’d only said that one part.

“Buffy, do you want kids?”

“Well, yea.”

“Buffy, I don’t. I don’t want kids, I’ve had my one
and that’s it.”

“I see.”

“No, let me …”

“Explain? I think you did enough of that.”

“No, I bloody well have not!” he snapped making Buffy jump.

Buffy just looked at him, tears forming in her eyes at being yelled at as if
she was a …child.

“Look,” he said turning to face her, “I’m not having
anymore kids just so they can be taken away from me. Plus, I need to focus on
working. I&#;m r;m running out of money and time for that, and I can’t
also worry about having a job and a kid.”

“Oh, please that is so … not the first part, but that second excuse
you gave me is a load of bull. People have jobs and kids all the time, you sound
like a fucking woman.” Buffy glared at him and wiped her eyes, so they
wouldn’t spill over her cheeks.

“Gee, thanks.” Spike said as he looked away from her.

“Yea, well …” She shrugged then looked up at him. “Are
you saying that… this, between me and you … its not going anywhere,
is it?”

“I’m sorry …”

“No, I am.” She said as she got up. “Sorry to think that
I could … I’m so fucking stupid, why would I want to involve myself
with you anyway, just like you said, I’m twenty years old. I … this
is …” She sighed. “Just fuck it. A lesson is learned, no one
is hurt, just … fuck it.”

Buffy left him sitting there and went to his room, throwing on her clothes.
She grabbed the phone and called Faith. She was putting on her shoes when Spike
walked in and leaned against the doorframe.

“You’re leaving?”

“Well, I’m not needed anymore; I think we did what I came here
for. Oh hey Faith …” Buffy talked into the phone turning her back
on him, “Yea, do you remember the house you dropped me off at? Yea? …Well,
could you come and get me; I need to get out of here … Okay, thank you,
I’ll be waiting outside.” She hung up and stood, going for her purse.

She grabbed it and stood thinking if she was forgetting anything else. She
decided she wasn’t and headed for the door, but Spike blocked her path.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Spike, please …”

Spike sighed and twirled his finger around a strand of hair, pursed his lips
together and looked at her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I think you already said that.” She felt like she was going to
cry and decided instead to get angry. “It was all fun and all, but you’re
right. I’m not good for you, and you’re not good for me. Maybe you
should find someone more your age instead of running around with me. You know,
someone more your …pace. Pretty soon, you won’t even be able to
catch up with me, seeing as you’re old …er.”

Spike laughed.

Buffy frowned, “Whatever, Spike just fucking get out of my way.”
She shoved him and walked past him, heading to the living room.

“Oh, now not only are you being a brat, you’re shoving me?”

“A brat?!”

“Yes, a fucking brat! You know what? Fuck it, not only do I not want
to have a child, I don’t want to be with a child either, just go back
home to your mother.”

Buffy slapped him. “Fuck you.”

“I think we already did that right, love? Made you scream my name …”
He reminded her.

Buffy opened the door and turned to face him. “Don’t …don’t
talk to me, don’t come near me … Just forget about this …”
She laughed to ease the tears away, “Forget about last night and this
morning. It meant nothing.” She coldly told him, “You mean nothing.”

Then she was gone.

Faith didn’t say anything when Buffy got in the car, but she saw Spike
in the window, watching Buffy. Then he turned away as Faith pulled out of the
driveway.

“What happened?”

“Bullshit, he’s a fucking jerk and I swear if I ever see him again
…” Buffy trailed off as she looked out the window. “And don’t
even say, I told you so, because I’m liable to beat your fucking ass.”

“Damn, well, I wasn’t going to say that … even though …”
Buffy gave her a warning look, so Faith just shrugged.

“Its gonna be kind of hard never seeing him again. He comes into the
diner every morning, B. You’re going to see him.”

Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat.

“Great.”

Tbc…

A/N: Don't worry, the story is going to start picking up now. :) Thanks for all your comments.
-October