Second Chances

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters contained within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I hold no claim to them, However, Emilie is mine and you can’t have her!!

A/N – For some reason I can’t upload chapters from my PC at home – I have no idea what’s going on so you get another chapter today and an epilogue cos I don’t want to leave you hanging!!!
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A/N Well here’s the last part! Hope you all enjoyed the smutty fun and I’d like to say because of all the wonderful feedback I have received here on AFF.net and through our site I’m working on Second Chances part two – it may take a while but I promise there will be another epic PWP – any suggestions or requests for what Buffy anike ike can get upto?

I’ll continue to post Dark Gift as it gets betaed I hope you enjoy the rest of that fic – I’m having a blast writing it!

Thank you again from all the feedback!

Epilogue

The candle and firelight lit their naked bodies, as they lay entwined on the bed, white and golden limbs wrapped possessively around each other. Buffy had her head tucked under Spike’s chin, her long eyelashes rested on her slightly flushed cheeks and fluttered slightly as she dreamt.

A pop from the fire woke Spike. He glanced over to check that the ember hadn’t set fire to the Persian rug. Resting his chin on the top of Buffy’s fair head, Spike sighed happily. Taking a deep breath, he imprinted his lover’s unique scent on his senses. He was so familiar with his slayer’s scent that the vampire could pick her out in a crowd. Which he had done only the other week when he had lost Buffy in the Barbican. They had been indulging Spike’s inner William and gone to see The Tempest. Buffy had surprised Spike as she sat enthralled in the production, laughing and cheering the protagonists on. It was in the rush to get out that they had been separated. Spike had within seconds found Buffy pressed up against a column, frantically looking for her partner. ‘I’ll always find you, luv.’ Spike pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. His arms tightened around her soft curves.

Buffy yawned and stretched as she gradually woke to the feel of Spike’s lips pressed to her head. “Hmmm, nice way to wake up.” She leant back slightly and caught Spike’s lips with her warm ones and gently kissed him. She released his lips with a sigh and rubbed her nose against his and giggled.

“Wot?” Spike eyed the giggling mess in his arms.

“You’re such a snuggler!” Buffy giggled. “The Big Bad is such a softie.”

“Not that soft, gorgeous!” Spike rubbed his hardening dick against her stomach.

“Spikeeee!” Buffy wailed. “I can’t! I’m all shagged out, as you’d say!”

“Jesus, Buffy, that is the silliest thing I have ever heard coming outta your mouth! Including all the Valley Girl speak.” Spike grinned at the look of outrage on Buffy’s face. “Oh, pouty! Gonna get it…” With that, he kissed her pouting mouth and rolled Buffy onto her back.

Nudging her legs apart, Spike settled between them and smirked at the slickness he could feel on his cock. “Seems like you wanna get it, too!” With that, he surged between her legs. Buffy moaned slightly as her aching channel widened to let her lover in. She sighed happily once Spike was fully sheathed in her.

“Nice and slow, luv…Spike’s got you…” Spike began to move his hips slightly, never leaving her heat, just surging into her. His pelvic bone rubbed her in just the right spot and within seconds, Buffy’s breath quickened as her muscles began to flutter around him as she slowly came. Spike lunged into her welcoming heat once more as he joined her in ecstasy.

Before either of them could recover, the phone on the bedside table began to ring. Spike tried to roll off and reach for the phone only to be stopped by Buffy’s legs, which were wrapped around his hips.

“Let the machine get it,” Buffy whispered as she tried to uncross her eyes.
Spike nodded and kissed her neck gently as he lay down onto of her limp form, his softening cock still inside her as she gently undulated her slayer muscles around him caressing him intimately.

“Buffy? Spike? I know you guys are in…” Dawn’s voice filled the room. “Look, I was just calling to say I am coming home for the weekend. I get a weekend away from Giles and his buddies! Go me! Guess what? He is finally getting a chance to go on that retreat thingie in the Cotswolds…Cool or what?” There was a muffled sound as Dawn giggled and laughed with another watcher in training. “Hey, Jamie said to say that the only way Giles eventually got an invite to the Cotswolds was cos he organised the whole thing!”
Spike and Buffy rolled their eyes at this.

“Okay. Look, I’m gonna go and I’ll see you guys next weekend. Resume shaggin’ now!” Dawn giggled and hung up.

“Well, not that it’s good idea, shagging and what’all, but the thought that the Nibs told us too has put a damper on the whole happy Spike!” Spike rolled off Buffy and lay on his back, reaching over, sliding an arm under Buffy’s neck and pulling her slim form against his.

“She’s right, you know,” Buffy mumbled tiredly.

“What? That all we do is screw each others brains out?” Spike asked.

“Well, that as well…”

“As well as what?” Spike interrupted.

“As well as Giles only getting an invite to the Watcher retreat in the Cotswolds cos he’s the Head of the Council now. He was never invited befoTherThere was this one time, years ago, when he was really upset that Travers organised a retreat and left him out!” Buffy smiled as she remembered much rubbing of spectacles over the whole incident.

“Bet that pissed off Giles.” Spike tried not the smirk at the idea of Giles feeling left out of the club. But the image of Giles pouting over being ignored went a long way to soothing the annoyance of the painting hanging on the stairs.

“Hey! Leave Giles alone!” Buffy poked Spike in the ribs and eyed him balefully, breaking into a wide smile. “I can’t wait for Dawnie to come stay! She’s been so busy with her studying to be a Watcher we never get any sister time!”

“Yeah, it’ll be good to see the Mini Watcher-girl again! She’s been away too long.” Spike was just as happy about the impending visit. He and Dawn had finally managed to repair the damage that Xander’s little announcement had done. It had taken time, but once Dawn had seen how happy her big sister had been with the return of the blond vampire, she had relented. They had spent hours talking and catching up with each other, eventually returning to an easy friendship. “Maybe she can help with Willow and Kennedy.”

“More arguing?” Buffy asked sadly, a wave of guilt washed over her. “It’s my fault they are having problems.”

“What are you getting at, pet?” Spike arched his scarred eyebrow.
ell ell cos of, you know…”

“What, you made rebound girl lie to Red?” Spike despised Kennedy for her behaviour and also her treatment of the red headed Wiccan who was only one of the original Scoobies he liked.

“Well, no…But she hates me…” Buffy trailed off, aware that it wasn’t really her fault that the new Slayer hated her. “Hey, I hope you don’t call her that in front of Wills.”

“Nope, but it was Emilie who came up with that nickname.”

“Man, you two are like a couple of old ladies gossiping.” Buffy poked Spike again in the ribs and then started to squeal as Spike tickled back in retaliation.

“Take it back! I am not an old lady!” Spike continued his assault on her side until Buffy finally leapt from the bed.

“Okay! Not an old lady, but you are a gossip!” Buffy panted as she itched her sides. She was secretly thrilled at the unexpected friendship that had sprung up between their neighbour and Spike.

The vampire had never made friends easily, but with Emilie, he had fallen into a routine of daily chats over hot chocolate and marshmallows. Buffy had even once caught Emilie laying a trail of them frheirheir front door to hers as a joke. It had reduced the blonde slayer to giggles watching Spike laughing and chasing after a shrieking Emilie as he pelted her with the retrieved marshmallows. Not even Kennedy’s disapproving presence had dampened the moment. At the thought if Willow’s lovers’ angry face, Buffy frowned and sat down on the bed next to Spike who watched her as she sat thinking.

“Do you think Willow would mind if we sent Kennedy over to Cleveland so that Faith could have a break?” Buffy asked.

Spike rolled onto his side and thought for a moment. “No. It would give Red some time to think and have some time off from the fights. Maybe she’ll realise that the bint isn’t what she really wants.” Spike reached for a pack of cigarettes that sat on the bedside table and lit one. He puffed on it for a while as he thought. “Also, it’d give the brat some authority she’s craving. It’d be good to see Faith again, but…”

“But not Robin?” Buffy interjected, she was aware that there was still no love lost between Spike and the man who had tried to kill him in revenge for his mother’s death.

“Yeah, but if it’ll help Red I can put up with the git.” Spike patted the mattress. “Come to bed, my heart. We need our rest for tomorrow.”

Buffy slid next to his cool body and rubbed her hand along his thigh, lingering at his hip. “Yeah, we’ll need to be ready for Hurricane Kennedy, when we tell her she going to be heading out… You think we should talk to Willow first?” Buffy was worried that her best friend might be upset over the idea.

“Yeah, we’ll get Red over for lunch and put the idea to her. Maybe get Emilie to come, too…” Spike leant over and stubbed out the cigarette and then lay back on the bed. He stretched and arched his back. Buffy scooted a bit closer and draped herself over his chest, entwining their legs.
Buffy nodded. “Yeah, that’d help. Wills seems to trust her opinion.”

“Sleep, pet,” Spike whispered as he wrapped his arm around Buffy and pulled her to him.

“Love you, Spike…” Buffy mumbled tiredly as she dozed off.

“Love you, too, my sweet Slayer.” Spike kissed her forehead and watched Buffy fall asleep. For several minutes he watched his Golden Girl sleep before finally drifting off as well.



The End...or is it?