Dreams and Nightmares

Part 9 - Epilogue

It had been six months since Brianna was born. Things were going well. She was growing and developing at the average rate for a baby her age and there were no outward sign any any special powers or anything else unusual. She was smiling, rolling around and crawling while making babbling noises. She seemed to be a normal baby girl. But Buffy knew otherwise. They all did. Buffy knew she was meant for great things. Sometimes, when she held her vivacious daughter and looked into her amazing blue eyes, she could almost feel the power that resided within her, radiating off her in waves. Spike could also feel it, as well as Willow and Tara. None of them knew what would eventually lead to her accessing that power or how she’d learn to harness it but they all promised to be there, to help her every step of the way.

Buffy continued seeing Dr. Claiborne every other week for therapy and she was making great progress. As time went on, she was eventually able to talk with Spike about the rape. He was nervous about it but he was also relieved. He didn’t want to bury it, he couldn’t. He needed her forgiveness before he could ever move on. He’d never forgive himself otherwise. Buffy was surprised that he still blamed himself but she also knew how sensitive he was. She knew that both he and Angel still carried tremendous guilt over their actions. And so, starting with Spike, she forgave him and in doing so, relieved herself of a great burden. From that moment on, they were both able to move on and emotionally heal as they continued to love and care for each other.

Thanks to her slayer healing, Buffy’s body was back to normal a few days after the delivery. After a few weeks of training and sparring with Spike, she had lost the weight and was back in top condition and patrolling again. Once she returned to slaying, Buffy started pumping milk so Spike or Dawn could feed Bria while she was out. Of course now, she and Spike shared patrol. They would both set out shortly after sunset while Dawn babysat and Buffy always had her cell phone in case of an emergency. During patrol they would each check in regularly to see that all was well with Dawn and the baby. Then, unless things got hairy, Buffy would return after a few hours while Spike finished patrol. Dawn loved spending time with her niece and she didn’t mind babysitting but she doubted that both of them always had to go at the same time. She suspected that in addition to slaying, they also went to Spike’s crypt to have loud, obnoxious sex. Something they couldn’t have very often with a sleeping infant in the house.

Now that she was getting paid to slay, Buffy stopped working and returned to school. She enrolled part-time and now spent three days a week attending class at UC Sunnydale while Spike stayed home with Bria and rested or researched. They spent her free days at home together or at the Magic Box. Spike was absolutely smitten with his daughter. She already had him wrapped around her little finger. Buffy was always awed when she watched him with her. She often smiled to herself at the sight of William The Bloody
cuddling Bria in his arms and cooing to her. Never had she thought that the bleach-blonde menace that she met outside the Bronze five years ago would be the father of her
child. ‘Boy, The Powers sure had one hell of a sense of humor!’ They were in love and their relationship was now even better than before. So, after going on the contraceptive patch, she finally allowed him to exercise his visiting privileges again. The sex was amazing.
One day when Buffy arrived at her ing ing class she found a note from Spike in her backpack. He was getting Willow and Tara to baby sit and he wanted her to meet him at the crypt after her last class. She smiled, meetings at the crypt in the middle of the day only meant one thing. Playtime!

When she walked into the crypt that afternoon, lit candles covered every surface. There was a trail of rose petals and shed clothes leading to the lower level. Spike’s clothes. Buffy felt her cheeks flush as the heat of desire surged through her. She followed the path, picking up the garments of clothing as she went. When she descended the ladder she was met by a nude Spike lounging back on the bed, a single red rose in his hand. His alabaster skin was a stark contrast to the black satin sheets. He looked like a sculptured statute of a god. His chiseled torso and muscled legs only further accentuated by the dark bedding. His eyes blazed with the blue flame of desire. Buffy swallowed hard as her own fires were further ignited and scorched a path straight to her core. She was suddenly nervous and unconsciously licked her lips. He smiled when he sensed her arousal.
She slowly stripped as she approached the bed. Moments later, she was standing before him in her bra and panties. For a few minutes they remained there, their eyes feasting on the other. Buffy was breathing rapidly and her pulse raced purely from anticipation.
Then, Spike slowly began to crawl over to her. He looked like a panther on the prowl for his prey as his sleek body moved with fluid motion. He never broke eye contact with her as he made his advance. Buffy’s breath hitched. No matter how many times she saw him nude, each time was like a revelation. He was beautiful. Moisture was already flowing from her and he hadn’t even touched her yet. When he reached her he stayed on all fours, his mouth level with her navel. His tongue snaked out and he gently licked her, occasionally dipping his tongue into it. The sensation of his cool tongue sent shivers down her spine. She gasped. He pressed wet, open mouth kisses along her waist and down to her pelvis. His head dipped lower and his tongue lightly brushed over her silk-clad clit. He continued to nip at her, drawing out each sensation and making her tremble with need. She lightly caressed his hair as he teased her. Then, in a move almost too fast to see, he grasped her around the waist and hoisted her into the bed and onto her back. Buffy screamed in surprise and delight. He always managed to take her breath away. Then, he violently ripped her panties off and sucked hard on her nub. Buffy shrieked from the onslaught. He was so gentle just seconds before and now he was wild and rough. The combination was sure to thrill her. He positioned them so her head was by his knees. 69. Again.
She eagerly grasped his cock at the base and slowly swirled her tongue across the tip and along the vein. She felt a shudder ripple through him from contact with her warm, moist tongue. She repeated the motion and soon Spike was gasping loudly and thrusting his hips. As she enveloped him in her mouth’s heat, he let out a loud groan. Soon she was sucking in earnest. He gripped her hips tighter and doubled his efforts in response. This had become almost a competition between them. Who could last the longest?
His tongue delved deeper within her eliciting loud moans and gasps from her.
“Oh God! Oh God!” Buffy moaned again and again as Spike growled his pleasure.
She was having a hard time sucking him while he ate her so thoroughly.
Then they rolled and she was above him, never breaking contact as they pleasured each other.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his eager mouth, plunging his tongue even deeper within her. Buffy bucked wildly above him and he had to tighten his grip to keep her in place. She sucked him harder and faster as her hand stroked his shaft. Her other hand moved from the base of his cock to his balls and she began gently squeezing and rolling them. As she groped him, she pumped the sensitive skin just below his balls. It always drove him mad. He moaned her name and growled in response. She sucked with renewed fervor. She took him in deeper and was soon deep-throating him.
Spike was barely hanging on. Moments later, he roared as he came and she greedily swallowed his seed. He lost. As payback, he pushed three fingers into her and began pumping slowly at first and then faster and deeper. Buffy was soon writhing above him as her whimpers got louder and louder. He spread her open to further expose her clit and laved it with his tongue again and again just before he began sucking it. Hard. Buffy screamed out when her climax tore through her. She pulled back and screamed his name as she trembled violently over his mouth. He withdrew his fingers from her and held her tighter. When she tried to pull away he held her there. He kept sucking. He had no need for air and was making good use of it. Buffy began shifting and squirming on his mouth in effort to escape the torture. Soon, she was sobbing and shrieking and then begging him for mercy. He had none. She gripped his chest, digging her nails in deep as her mind-blowing orgasm washed over her as he continued to devher.her. He took her from peak to peak of blinding, white, hot pleasure. He kept up hisaulsault until she was banging her fists on his chest as tears ran down her face. The spasms of her climax making her shake uncontrollably. He took mercy on her for the moment and gently rolled her onto her back.
Buffy’s eyes were closed and she held herself tightly, her breathing still rapid and her body quaking from her intense climax. Spike took the rose and traced its soft petals along her over-sensitized flesh causing even more ripples of sensation to course through her. She slowly opened her eyes as he caressed her with it. Then she took the rose from him and caressed him with it. Spike moved up to her face and kissed her deeply, nibbling on her lips and wrestling with her tongue. Gently, he clasped her hands with his as he slowly pushed himself into her depths. They both moaned as he penetrated her core. His eyes rolled back as her scorching heat consumed him. Then, as he held her hands tightly he began thrusting slow and deep. Then, deep and hard. He ploughed into her with all his strength and she met him thrust for thrust. Both were moaning their pleasure and calling the other’s name. Then they rolled and she was on top. She held his arms down and for several minutes rode him fast and hard. He thought he’d pop any second. They rolled again and he took her with all his speed and strength. The pace frenzied as they surged higher and higher.
“Please, Oh God! Yes!” Spike loved it when she begged to come. But he wasn’t going to help her just yet. Instead he changed the angle of penetration. He gyrated his hips so now each thrust was deeper than before and his pelvis rubbed against her clit sending waves of pleasure jolting through her. He held her in position when he felt her squirming under him; he knew she was close. Then, he lowered his head and began suckling her breasts. She was panting heavily and begging for release as she bared her neck to him. Suddenly, he moved to her neck and sank his fangs into her flesh as he roared his climax. She arched off the bed, crying her orgasm as she fell over the edge into nothingness.

When she recovered, she was pillowed against his chest and wrapped in his arms, the sheets draped over them. He tenderly kissed her forehead and tightened his hold on her. She loved how he held her so close to him. She never wanted him to let her go. She sighed and snuggled closer. It seemed no matter how close they were she could never get close enough.
In the calm of their satiation, she found herself reflecting on their relationship. Each time she found herself in his arms she was awed and relieved that even after the horrible events they all went through and how close they came to losing each other, Fate worked its will and made it a miracle. She smiled as she drifted off. When she slept now, instead of nightmares she had peaceful dreams.



FIN


A/N: The next chapter is just a flashback of the rape.