Dreams and Nightmares

A/N Well, I hope you are all enjoying it. We have a bit more mush and angst but also some fun in this chapter.


Part 5

Over the next few days, Spike spent as much time with Buffy as possible. He began spending the night in the basement so at least he’d be there if she needed to talk or just snuggle. She went to see Dr. Claiborne and without too much resistance agreed to come in once a week. Her prenatal sessions would now alternate with her therapy, although unlike her prenatal visits, she would attend her therapy alone.
During this time, Buffy actively avoided Xander and Spike gladly took on the role of personal guard. The attempts Xander made to apologize were thwarted by Spike. He didn’t care how badly the whelp felt, Buffy was far too fragile at the moment to deal with Xander’s insults or half-hearted apologies. As far as Spike was concerned, Xander wouldn’t come anywhere near her unless she specifically said that she wanted to see him, which she had yet to do. Buffy was glad for Spike’s presence. It’s not that she hated Xander or wanted to hurt him but now was the time for her to concentrate on herself. She needed to get healthy again. She was going to have a baby in a few months.

That weekend, Angel and Cordelia brought Connor to meet everyone. The little tyke was running around the main room of the mansion with a stuffed animal in his hands when Buffy, Spike, Dawn, Willow and Tara arrived. Tara, Willow and Dawn immediately sat on the floor and began to play games with him, carefully chasing and tickling him on their hands and knees. Buffy sat on the couch. She didn’t have any experience with little kids and she wanted to watch him for a while before she joined in the fun. For nearly 45 minutes she watched as Connor ran back and forth and back and forth between his father and the others all the while giggling his little head off, letting out little squeals and shrieks. Soon Buffy was on the floor too and the tickle game eventually turned in to hide and go seek (with Angel hiding with Connor). That then turned into an all out rolling across the floor game. The child had endless energy and he was amazingly fast. Definitely a vampire ability but not an entirely horrible one to have.
Eventually Connor spotted Spike who was off in a corner quietly observing him. The little boy ran over to him anabbeabbed his hand, pulling him in to join the fun and the games began all over again. Soon, it was time for lunch. When everyone was settled and comfortably talking and eating, Buffy watched Angel feed Connor. She saw the care and patience he put into caring for his son and when Connor gave his dad a little hug her heart melted. He looked like any other father taking care of his child. Then, to everyone’s amazement, Connor hopped out of his dad’s lap and climbed up into Spike’s and there he nestled until he fell asleep. Tears were in Buffy’s eyes as she watched Spike lull the little boy to sleep. When he’d passed out, Angel gently took him up to his bed for his nap.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful until Connor came back down. The moment he returned he clung to Spike and Angel like he thought they’d disappear if he didn’t hang onto them. The game this time was Horsey but Buffy sat that one out, she was getting tired. She watched as Spike played horse, neighing and scrambling around on the floor with a huge grin on his face. When he briefly looked up, their eyes locked and she knew. She knew she had to find out which of them was the father. And she knew that in her heart, she wanted it to be Spike. n shn she returned home that evening, Buffy was determined to find out who had fathered her child.


Over the following weeks life was as normal as it could be for the pregnant slayer. She had spoken to Willow, Tara, Giles and Dr. Claiborne about doing some type of paternity test. It’s not that she wanted to exclude either of the vampires from her child’s life but she could only begin to imagine the nightmare their life would become if she, Spike and Angel had to share parenting responsibilities. The three would have to come together to make decisions regarding every aspect of the child’s life, and Spike and Angel were already extremely territorial. The growing tension between them was becoming harder to ignore. And then Angel lived all the way in L.A., plus he had a son already. What role would either of them play in her baby’s life? How could she refuse one father in favor of the other? What would she tell her child when asked why she had two daddies? It would be all but impossible. But at the same time, how could she tell either of them that it wasn’t his baby, especially Spike? It would break his heart. She sighed, this was going to be more stressful than she had ever imagined. So far however, they hadn’t found a way to determine the child’s paternity before the actual birth and they weren’t even sure that a regular blood test would even work.

In the meantime, Buffy went about the business of being pregnant. She was now in her sixth month and was showing considerably. Although she still trained, she had forgone patrolling weeks before, gladly passing over the responsibility to Spike and the others when her agility became too compromised. Not to mention that her protruding abdomen provided far too attractive a target. Besides, she was always tired now. She’d originally thought that her being a slayer would make her immune to the aches and pains of the average pregnant woman but given that her child was also supernatural any advantages her slayerness gave her were pretty much neutralized. Buffy, Dawn, Tara, Willow and Anya were all preoccupied with making baby arrangements.

Buffy’s therapy with Sydney was also going very well. There were times when she would break down in the office and cry for the entire session when difficult issues like her rape, her own death or her mother’s death came up, but as time went on, talking about them became easier and although the pain was still there, Buffy began to feel less overwhelmed by her emotions. Their conversations eventually turned to slaying and how her life had changed since she was called. She talked about her father, her mother, Dawn, Angel, Spike, Giles and the entire Scooby gang. She opened up about the pressures placed on her by her slayer duties, her family and friends. Buffy also found herself confessing her feelings for Angel and Spike and voicing the fears she had now that she was expecting. She found Sydney’s open manner and intense listening skills very relaxing and helpful. She knew she still had a long way to go but she was making progress.
The effect that the sessions were having did not go unnoticed by the gang. Slowly the old Buffy was emerging. She didn’t isolate herself as much and she laughed more. She was more open and blunt. She was no longer suppressing her feelings, if she had a problem with you, she told you. Everyone sensed the oppressive cloud that had surrounded her the pmontmonths was lifting.
It was during this time that Buffy sought Xander out. She went to his apartment one evening. The initial silence between the two was awkward until Buffy finally spoke.
“Xander, I’m sorry that I refused to see you or acknowledge your apologies but I needed to deal with some personal issues myself before I could see you again.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing.
“As to my baby, I’m not sorry. I want this child. No matter how she was conceived or who her father is, she is no more a part of him than she is a part of me. Her father may be a vampire but I am her mother and I love her.” She paused again, weighing his response, reading his body language.
“She is precious to me and I’ll protect her. I am a slayer and the fact that fate allowed a vampire with a soul to impregnate me tells me that she is destined for great and wonderful things …” She stopped when he looked ready to say something.
“But Buff, how do you know? How can you be sure?” His voice was heavy with concern. She waited a moment and then looked into his eyes before responding.
“I just do. Like you said, I’m a slayer and I slay demons. I think of anyone here, I would know the difference …” She broke off again
“Yes, but it’s your child, don’t you think you’re a little biased?”
“No, I don’t.” From his unconvinced look she continued, “Because what I feel growing inside me isn’t darkness but light, she isn’t death, she’s life. Life, Xander. I think, no I know, she is precious and the world needs her. Life needs her.” She met his eyes again as she spoke and the feeling in them almost burned him. Slowly he smiled and nodded, hugging her. The conviction in her voice was enough for him.
Buffy was glowing with emotion, her eyes bright with tears of joy. She surprised Xander as much as herself. She’d never before voiced her feelings about her child to anyone but Dr. Claiborne. And with that joy came the realization that she also loved the father of her child. How the knowledge came to her, she’d no idea but as sure she was of her love for her child, she knew that she also loved Spike.
Now that she’d borne her soul, she suddenly couldn’t wait to tell everyone her joyful news. She was carrying an absolute miracle. A miracle she and her love created. And she knew exactly where to go first, to see a certain peroxide pest.

She quietly entered the crypt and found him asleep on his bed in the lower level. He looked so beautiful liked that. Carefully she climbed into the bed and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. Some time later Spike woke up surrounded by her warmth. He buried his face in her hair and pulled her closer. They lay like that in a comfortable silence for a long time, just enjoying each other’s presence. Then she said it.
“I love you.”
Spike thought he might still be dreaming. This was one of his favorites.
When she got no response, she thought maybe he had drifted back off to sleep, but his eyes were still open. She turned more towards him, cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes. “I LOVE YOU!” She enunciated each word clearly.
Spike looked at her like she’d sprung another head for a moment and then, incredulously spoke her name. “Buffy?” She smiled. That brilliant smile that always melted his heart.
They remained still for a moment, drinking each other in. They kissed. And kissed. Soft and gentle, their lips barely touching. Then he rolled them over and she squealed with delight. Spike pressed gentle butterfly kisses all over her face and neck as he hovered over her, careful of her stomach. In between each kiss he proclaimed his love for her over and over. Then he looked at her, his eyes boring into hers and overflowing with love and desire. They remained like that, drowning in each other’s eyes until Buffy cupped his face with her hand, gently caressing it. Then she said it again and answered his unspoken question. “I love you Spike. I want you to make love to me.”
She didn’t have to say it again.

He gently lowered himself next to her, kissing her with a passion he’d never dared show before. He explored her mouth like a treasure trove. His hands gently caressed her face, her neck. He kissed and licked the mark he’d left on her before, gently sucking. The bolt of desire that shot through her at the act was unbelievably intense, she gasped at the sensation. As they kissed, their hands caressed and stroked. Roaming along each other’s arms, legs and thighs. Her clothes were slowly, almost reverently removed. There was no spot that was left untouched, not adored, not worshipped. A chorus of gasps, moans and grunts filled the crypt as they poured every drop of emotion into their coupling. This was neither the savage violation from their imprisonment nor the frantic joining from their previous affair. Rather, this was the slow, tender, loving, sharing and sensual fusing of their souls. They gave themselves to each other with abandon. No more holding back, no more hiding. For hours they caressed and stroked, pressing against each other, face to face, skin to skin. Their mouths kissed and sucked and licked. Then, just as slowly, just as reverently he entered her. Inch by each excruciatingly slow inch. Their eyes locked. When he was fully buried he remained still as he playfully teased her, further igniting her passion. Then they slowly began to rock, the pace unrushed as they propelled each other into oblivion, both murmuring endearments, sentiments of love and promises of forever. They clung to each other as the pleasure of their orgasms cascaded over them like a waterfall. Buffy had never felt anything so intense. She wanted to scream out her joy but the wave of pleasure surging through her made breathing almost impossible. She called out his name continuously as they made love to each other. This was not a fuck. This was the way it should have been from the beginning. This was how their baby should have come to be.
Hours later they lay entwined, sated. Buffy’s head pillowed by his chest.
“She’s a miracle.” Buffy’s awe-filled voice broke the silence.
“That she is.” Spike couldn’t help but share her amazement because he knew just how true it was.
“And I love her. I love you” Buffy needed him to know how she felt.
“I love both of you. You’ll be a great mum, I know it.” Spike wanted nothing more than to allay her uncertainty and assuage her fears.
“I hope so. I know you’ll be a great dad.” He looked at her suddenly, his eyes boring into hers. Then she went on looking at him just as intently, “She’s yours you know.”
He looked at curiously, “How’d you know?” He had thought his connection to the child was just something in his head.
She smiled brightly then and said “Because I do. It just came to me, like a moment of clarity. She’s yours!”
Tears suddenly appeared in his eyes and he kissed her again and again, their hunger for each other rising anew. Suddenly she let out a little squeak and he pulled back thinking he had hurt her. But the stunned look on her face puzzled him. She then took his hand and placed it on her stomach. They held their hands there until the baby rewarded them with a kick. Buffy had felt the baby moving slightly over the past few weeks but this was the first genuine kick. Spike was awed. He then moved his head to her stomach and soon began purring as he gently caressed the skin. The baby kept kicking.
Buffy reclined and soon drifted off to sleep while Spike purred to their unborn baby.

Several weeks passed and Buffy and Spike spent more and more time together. They were officially a couple now and had announced it to everyone. No one was really very surprised or upset, not even Xander. They were working on the baby room, painting, assembling the crib and other accessories. Willow and Tara decided to get their own place and so Buffy asked Spike to move in with her and Dawn. They were moving Buffy and Spike’s things into her mother’s old room and making her room the baby room. Spike kept his crypt sort of as a little place that he and Buffy could escape to when they wanted to be alone together. It also now served as a base during patrols just in case anyone got injured and couldn’t get back to 1630 Ruvello. Buffy was entering her eighth month. The girls had just thrown her a baby shower. She and Spike were looking at baby names.

One day Buffy went to Giles’ apartment. After drinking some tea and talking about everything else under the sun, she finally got to the purpose of her visit.
“Giles, um, do you think that vampires can sense their own children?” When he looked puzzled she clarified, “I mean, would they be able to tell if a child were theirs and sense it?” She wasn’t sure how to say that she was certain that Spike was the father.
He knew what she was getting at. He had also observed Spike’s rather innate connection to her baby. When Giles didn’t respond, she elaborated. Apparently, there was a lot more going on than Giles was aware of. In addition to Spike’s purring and the child seemingly responding to it, Spike seemed to have some sense of what was happening to the child, and for that matter, to Buffy as well. He seemed to always know when Bufas has hungry or tired. He also had an extraordinarily keen sense of her location. And it wasn’t just his vamp sense. If he was in his crypt he knew whether she was at the Magic Box or at home. And Buffy still had no idea how he knew that she had tried to kill herself when he was all the way at the Magic Box. Buffy went on and on describing the odd occurrences and the unusual bond that Spike shared not only with the baby but also now with her. As if the baby were joining them somehow.
When she was done Giles stood and began pacing, “Buffy, I can’t really say for sure what’s happening, I mean, vampires don’t usually have children so, apart from Angel, I can’t think of another case to compare this to. But as you know, vampires are highly perceptive and their senses are extremely well attuned. So, Spike very well could be having authentic communication of sorts with your baby. I must ask though, has Angel ever mentioned anything like this?”
“No, but Angel hasn’t really made the same effort that Spike has. He hasn’t really had the time. In all honesty, I don’t think that Angel really wants this baby.” When Giles looked taken aback she amended, “I’m not saying that he doesn’t want the baby… it’s just… I don’t think he’s really happy about it. And I suppose if I were in his situation I’d be a bit less than thrilled myself. He’s already got Connor, which is a big responsibility and I know he’s worried that he won’t be able to handle another baby so soon. It’s hard being a father and Angel takes it seriously, I think he feels like he’s letting this baby down, you know, by not being able to be here for everything.”
“I see. I’m sorry you feel that way but I agree. I think Angel finds this situation rather difficult. I think he’s feeling a little spread too thin.”
“Yeah, I know. But, maybe the reason he hasn’t really gotten as involved as Spike has is because he isn’t the father so he obviously wouldn’t have the same connection. He wouldn’t be as drawn to her as Spike is.”
“Are you saying that you know that Spike’s the father?”
“Yes, I am. Somehow I know he is. It’s like a knowledge that just came to me. Spike’s the father of my baby. I just need to prove it to everyone else now.”
“What does Spike say?”
“He agrees. He said that for a while he thought it was all in his head but he really does feel connected. He describes the pull as almost physical.”
Giles looked on amazed. If Spike was indeed having some extrasensory connection to the child then that was certainly grounds to believe he fathered it. And who knew how this might manifest itself when the child was actually born and growing up. What kind of bond might exist between them and how did Buffy fit into it? Was Spike’s link to Buffy only there because she was still physically connected to the baby herself or was a more permanent connection between the slayer and vampire being formed? Giles was practically salivating at the prospect of documenting this phenomenon.

However, before he got carried away he decided to bring up an issue that he knew Buffy would rather not talk about. Travers.
“Buffy, I know you’d rather skip this conversation but we do need to make some plans as to your safety. Travers is still out there and the closer you get to your delivery date the more danger you will be in, you and your baby. He’s not going to just walk away from this. He will come after you again and he will use any one of us to get to you. He’s probably been monitoring our activities ever since he released you in Dutton. I’m loathe to keep bringing this up but it cannot be ignored.” Giles took her hands in his, offering support.
“Giles I know. I can’t pretend he’s not out there. It’s just what can we do? I mean, we can all be on the look out and put up protection spells and hope that he won’t have anything more powerful to disrupt them. I can keep Dawn locked up I suppose but again, what can we do beyond that? Willow’s been looking for a Béjan orb but it seems they’re particularly difficult to get. Even the Watchers’ Council, in all its glory and endless resources, hasn’t been able to catch up with him. And Giles, I’m scared. Who knows when I’ll go into labor? And I don’t think I’ll be able to protect myself if I’m doubling over with contractions. Plus, Spike can’t help. We were ambushed by humans in Dutton; humans with tranquilizer guns. I feel like a sitting duck here.”
Giles looked contemplative and then he looked into her eyes before speaking again,
“Well, we can see if Angel and his team can help, but… um Buffy, how do you feel about having Spike’s chip removed?”
Buffy stared back in shock. The fact that Giles was suggesting what he was suggesting left her speechless.

That night Buffy, Willow and Tara were in the living room of the Summers’ house watching ‘Thelma and Louise’ when Spike showed up. He had gotten her message to see Giles as soon as possible and he wasn’t sure what to make of their subsequent conversation. When he entered the house he indicated for her to meet him upstairs in their room. When she got there he was seated on the bed and he looked up at her. His eyes were filled with uncertainty but also a slight glimmer of hope.
“Buffy, are you sure about this?” He could scarcely believe that she wanted his chip removed.
“As sure as I’ve ever been about anything.” The conviction in her voice startled him.
“But Buffy, what if…” His words were cut off when she gently kissed him.
“I trust you. I love you.” The devotion in her eyes settled any doubts that he may have had. He nodded. They’d remove the chip.

Suddenly, Buffy pulled him up and over to the door as she closed it. There they pressed against each other, kissing, touching. Buffy’s hand slowly moved down to his crotch.
“Buffy?” he mumbled in between kisses.
“Hhhmmm?” She was too preoccupied with undoing his buckle and stroking him.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” He couldn’t believe the words escaped his own mouth.
“Huh?” Buffy couldn’t believe it either.
“I mean, if you keep that up, I may not be able to stop myself from ravishing you.” He was nibbling on her lip.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Her voice was husky with desire. Breathy.
“Ummm, have you forgotten that your wicca mates are right downstairs? You know we’re not the quietest people when it comes to this. And where’s Nibblet?” His lips lightly grazed over hers, their tongues momentarily mingling.
“Dawn is out with a friend. And we can be quiet.” She had the most mischievous little grin on her face, which disappeared when she saw the doubtful look on his. “I can be quiet.” She was indignant.
“Buffy, you are a screamer. There’s no way you can stay quiet.” Spike couldn’t believe he was turning this down. But Buffy wasn’t done yet.
“So say you. But I know I can handle it.” She was pouting full force.
“You really think so?” Spike was gradually rising to the bait. Literally.
“I know so. In fact, let’s put this to a bet.” Spike had to admit, the girl had spunk.
“What? You can’t be serious!” He couldn’t believe she was really going to do this.
“I am very serious. Or are you afraid of a little challenge?” That did it.
Spike was never one to walk away from a challenge.
“Ok, what are the terms?” This was now a matter of pride.
“Well, WHEN I don’t scream, which I won’t, then you have to pamper me all day tomorrow.”
Spike smiled, “It’ll be my pleasure to pamper you, pet. But, if I win?”
“Well, I’ll… I’ll, um…” When she stuttered and obviously couldn’t think of anything other than sex, Spike decided to help her out.
“WHEN you do scream, which you will, you must do one thing.”
“And that is?”
“You must say, ‘Spike, you were right. I was wrong. I’m sorry I ever doubted you. You always make me scream.’” His smirk turned into a leer.
“Ok, I’ll say… that. But it must be a real scream.” Her voice faltered a little.
“I won’t settle for anything less.” Buffy flushed. This was going to be fun.
“And I can do whatever I want to you, for however long?” He had to make sure to be clear. This was going to be too easy.
“Yep, whatever you want.” Buffy appeared far more confident than she felt.

The bet was on.

Spike pressed up against her more ensuring she felt his erection. He kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless. He worked his way down her neck, along her collarbone. His mouth placed tender kisses all over her. He squeezed and stroked and caressed her entire body, her clothes adding to the friction and stimulation, exciting her more. He then kneeled in front of her and raised her skirt, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. He licked and sucked at her clit through her satin panties, creating even more friction and pressure on her sensitive flesh. The combined stimulation was incredible. Buffy was already breathing rapidly, little gasps escaping. Then Spike swiftly ripped away her underwear, startling her. Taking her breath away. She let out a loud moan when his tongue delved in deep, thrusting into her depths. Little growls escaped him as he ate. Buffy was holding onto the doorknob, trying to ground herself and clinging for dear life. Spike licked and sucked, his entire mouth determined to drive her crazy. He knew she was already panting heavily and her hands were now grasping his hair. Then he slowly pulled his tongue out of her and guided two of his fingers in. Once securing her leg over his shoulder again and wrapping one of his arms around her back to support her, he began slowly pumping his fingers into her as he slowly continued to lave her clit. Buffy was thrashing against the door. Little squeals and moans escaping. Then Spike took his free fingers and gently pushed the hood of her clit back and sucked. Hard. Buffy’s hands flew from his hair and over her mouth, suppressing the scream that eventually came out as a muffled shriek, eventually turning into a low groan. It wasn’t a real scream.
Spike heard her and knew that she was playing dirty; after all, he’d never said she couldn’t cover her mouth. Well, two can play that game. Spike sucked even more voraciously. Moisture poured out of her as she climaxed again and again, each time muffling her screams. Finally, the leg that was still standing gave way and Buffy’s entire limp weight was supported on Spike. She was mindless but she didn’t realcreacream.

Suspecting that she was probably over stimulated Spike decided to change his strategy. He carefully shifted her and then began to lower her onto his waiting erection. Buffy’s eyes flew open as she felt him enter her. She’d barely survived his first onslaught. He stilled once he was fully sheathed within her, giving her a brief reprieve. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down. He lowered his head to her chest and nipped and licked at her nipples as he massaged her breasts. Then he began to thrust, slow and deep. Buffy’s breath hitched. She was soon moaning loudly as his pace increased. She held onto him tightly. ‘If Spike wanted to fuck her to death, she’d gladly beg him to.’ He moved his hand down between them and began to flick her clit as he suckled her breasts. Buffy, still determined to draw this out, grabbed his free hand and covered her own mouth with it, using both her hands to keep it in place as she let out what would have been an ear piercing scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Spike nearly laughed out loud at her tactics. The girl sure had spirit. As she began to calm down, he stilled, once again letting her catch her breath. When she spoke her voice was coarse,
“See, I told you I wouldn’t scream.” She chuckled lightly, thinking she’d won.
“Well, we’re not done yet.” Spike’s voice conveyed his determination.
He grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head, loosely holding them in place with one hand.
“Now, no more cheating!” He punctuated his words with an undulation of his hips.
“Oh God!” She gasped he began to thrust again. His other hand fondled her as he suckled. He took her again with renewed fervor.

Buffy lost the bet.

Fortunately, with all the thrashing and moaning she had done earlier against the door, Willow and Tara had decided to let themselves out.

Later that night, Buffy made good on her bet and gave Spike a taste of his own medicine.


The following morning Buffy awoke to Spike bringing breakfast to her in bed. He wanted to pamper her anyway even though he’d won the bet. The tray was laden with waffles, eggs, syrup, bacon, juice, fresh fruit and a glass of milk. A rose was added as a finishing touch. They ate and talked about what needed to be done to arrange his chip removal. Buffy was going to contact Riley to see if he could offer some assistance. After breakfast was done, Buffy made her way into the bubble bath Spike had drawn her while he cleaned up. Some time later, he returned to her room where she was in her robe, on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, reaching under the bed for something. He grew hard instantly.

----'They were in his crypt. It was the day they tried the handcuffs. She was on his bed on all fours, her hands cuffed together. She was propped up on her elbows and her face was buried in her arms, ass in the air, her legs spread. His tongue was buried deep within her. She came again and again, sobbing his name, begging him to take her fully. Her body shook from pleasure and agonizing desire. When he’d had his fill, he plunged into her from behind. Thrusting deep and hard. Buffy bucked wildly under him. Her moans echoed throughout the crypt. He fucked her until her knees gave out, driving her to the edge again and again. His name spilled from her lips like an anthem. She convulsed as she climaxed, finally passing out from the overwhelming sensation as he roared his pleasure.'-----

“Spike?” Buffy had called to him a few times already and still no response. She had noticed him enter the room and saw the heated look cross his face. He was obviously aroused. A bolt of desire surged through her in response. “Spike?”
“Huh, yeah, luv?” Her voice finally broke through his reverie.
“Um, I can’t reach my shoe. It’s under the bed, but my stomach is in the way. Would you get it for me, please?” She was rather curious about what he was thinking.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll get it.” He helped her up off the floor and onto the bed and then fished under it until he located the missing shoe.
“Thanks.” She took the shoe from. T. Their fingers touched.
“Any time.” His voice grew husky as he sensed her arousal.
Their eyes met and heat passed between them. Moments later Buffy was writhing on her back while Spike feasted on the flesh of her sex. Later, after telling her what he was remembering, Buffy’s knees broke their old record.

After finally tearing themselves from each other, Buffy made her phone call to Riley. He was surprisingly helpful. He later called back with some information on a local doctor in Sunnydale who was familiar with the chip’s design and the Initiative’s work. Riley had already called the doctor himself and briefed him on the situation so he was apparently expecting Buffy’s call. Buffy called Dr. Mitchell and arranged to meet him with Spike and Giles. This was great news.

Later that afternoon the four met at Dr. Mitchell’s office to discuss the chip’s removal. According to Dr. Mitchell, the procedure was actually rather simple even though it was still brain surgery. Spike underwent a CT scan and an MRI so the doctor could study them in preparation. When all plans were made, it was decided that Spike would undergo the procedure in one week. That would give the doctor time to acquire a few instruments that would be required to remove the chip properly.

Across town, Travers was planning his next move.


tbc......