Title: Come Back To Me
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: Spike leaves
Buffy. (which is exactly what
she deserves most of the time)
and her friends take matters into
their own hands.

I hope I'm not being too repetitive
with this theme (i.e., 'Tell Me You
Love Me') but this is a slightly
different approach...I think...
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Part One...

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

"She's unhappy."

"Oh, you THINK?" Xander asked, giving
Willow his 'how stupid do you think I
AM?' face.

"Xander..."

"Now, HOW did you know that, Wils?
What gave it away? Was it the dark
circles under her eyes..her lack of
appetite?" He pointed to Buffy's mostly
untouched dinner plate. "The fact that
she never smiles anymore..hardly ever
comes out of her room..."

Willow was becoming increasingly
annoyed with Xander's sarcasm fiesta.

"Oh, knock it off," she snapped. "This isn't
helping."

Xander paused and took a breath. "Okay,
I'm sorry," he said. "So..do you have any
idea WHY she's unhappy? Opinions? Hun-
ches? Far fetched guesses?"

She stood up and began to clear the table.

"None of the above," she replied, carrying
a stack of plates into the kitchen. "I know
exactly why."

He watched her load the dishwasher. "Care
to share?"

She poured the dishwashing powder into the
receptacle, then closed the door and punched
the buttons that started the wash cycle.

"She's unhappy because Spike's gone," she
said, turning to face her best friend.

"Spike's gone?" Xander looked surprised. "Gone
where? Where did he go?"

Willow shrugged. "I don't know."

"Is he coming back?"

She leaned against the counter. "I don't
know," she repeated.

"Why did he leave?" He held up his
hand. "Wait...let me guess. You don't
know."

"No. THAT one I know," she said. "Now,
don't fly off the handle when I tell you."

"Fly off the handle? I do not fly off any
handles. I am the essence of coolness
under fire."

"No, you're not." Willow said. "But I'll tell
you anyway. Buffy and Spike have
been..well, they've...they've been.."

"Stop picking at the bandaid, Wils."

"...they've been...together..for a few
months," she finished, bracing herself
for the melt down.

Xander looked at her. "I already know
that."

"You do?" she asked, surprised by this
admission. This wasn't the sort of thing
that Xander would have kept his mouth
shut about.

"Yeah. They patrol together every night."

Okay, that explained his lack of reaction.

"That's not what I mean by together. I mean...to-
gether."

Xander's eyes widened, nearly bursting from
their sockets. "You mean...TOGETHER? THAT
kind of together? The BIG together?"

"THAT'S the one." She turned off the kitchen
light and went into the living room, plopping
down on the sofa.

Xander sat down beside her. "For the first time
in my life...I'm speechless," he said. "Wait a
second...no, I'm not. She told YOU this, and
she didn't tell ME? Why didn't she tell me?"

"She didn't tell me," Willow said. "Not in so
many words."

He was now completely confused. "She..I
just...she...WHAT?"

Willow's cheeks turned bright red. "I sort
of walked IN on them, okay? I didn't
MEAN to," she added quickly. "It was a total
accident and I left before they saw me and
if they didn't want anyone to know about it
then they shouldn't do it on the living room
floor," she added in her defense, pausing
to take in some air.

There was a brief silence between them for
a moment, which Xander just HAD to break.

"I don't think there's anyone in the entire
history of the world who's more confused
than I am right now," he said. "If they're
together..why did Spike leave? Isn't that
what he's wanted, like...forever?"

"Lower your voice," Willow hissed, casting
an eye to the staircase. "I think they had a
fight," she mouthed silently.

"What..?"

She rolled her eyes. "I think they had a
fight," she said again, a bit louder this
time.

"Well, what's new about THAT?" he
whispered.

Willow leaned a little closer. "It was one of
those "relationship" fights," she explained.

"What the hell does THAT mean? What's
a relationship fight?"

"The kind you and Anya have four or five
times a day."

"The kind Anya and I...you mean they're
fighting about place cards and center pieces,
and having a cash bar?"

Willow stared at him. "A cash bar? At a wed-
ding reception? Xander, that is tacky beyond
belief."

"And, anyway," Xander said, ignoring her com-
ment. "Those aren't fights. They're...discussions."

"Whatever." She waved her hand impatiently. "He
wanted to know how much longer he was gonna
be her "dirty little secret" and she said..."

"Hang on a minute," he interjected. "Were you
eavesdropping on this fight..this discussion?"

She squirmed in her seat. "No...I'd never do
that...on purpose."

"Willow..."

"For your information," she said heatedly, "they
had that fight in her room...which is next door to
MY room."

"So you...overheard them?"

"A DEAF man could overhear them," she said.
"They just didn't know I was home."

"So, THEN what happened?"

"Well...Buffy said that she didn't want anyone
to know about them yet. Then Spike asked
her when she thought she'd be ready. Then
SHE said that she didn't know, but him always
pushing her on it wasn't helping matters. Then
HE said that if she was so ashamed of herself
then maybe he should just go ahead and leave."

"I see you didn't leave your room once the
fight commenced," he interjected.

"So then he asked her if she cared anything
about him at all, and then..."

"Then...what?"

Willow sighed. "That was it. Next thing I heard
was Spike stomping down the stairs, and
slamming the front door. And Buffy was..she
started to cry."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Do you..." Xander began. "Do you think this
was MY fault?"

"What do you mean?"

He stared down at his hands. "I've never been
Spike's number one fan in the past..even after
the chip changeover. Maybe Buffy thinks that..
maybe she's afraid that if she doesn't hide
her feeling..."

Willow patted his knee. "Don't beat yourself up
over it, Xander. Buffy's a grown woman. She
shouldn't let her choices be made FOR her,
according to other peoples opinions."

Xander looked up. "How do you feel about it?
About them?"

"I don't know...they seem kind of good together.
Spike has changed a lot..besides still being
a vampire, I mean. He stuck around through
some serious badness."

"I hate seeing her so unhappy!" Xander
said suddenly. "She deserves to be happy.
More than any of us."

"I know." Willow's tone changed abruptly.
"But, you know what? I'm sure he'll come
back," she said lightly. "YOU know Spike..
he can't stay away from Buffy."

"Yeah," Xander nodded, wanting to be con-
vinced, if only for Buffy's sake. "You're right.
He'll come back and we'll just all show Buffy
that we're okay with it, and..."

Willow clapped one hand over his mouth
when she heard Buffy's bedroom door
squeak open, followed by the sound of
the shower being run.

She took her hand away from Xander's
mouth, giving him an apologetic look.

"I'm going home now," he said. "I need to
tell my girl how much I love her."

Willow followed him to the door."Listen," she
said quietly. "I'll tell Tara what's going on,
but let's try and keep it quiet around Dawn,
okay? She gets too upset when she thinks
Buffy isn't happy. There's no point in making
it worse, just yet."

"All right," Xander said. "And maybe he'll be
back before she knows he's gone."

"Here's hoping." Willow crossed her fingers. "Any-
way, you tell Anya..I'm sorry to put it this way,
because I know it doesn't sound very nice, but
you have to keep her from saying something
that'll make Buffy feel worse than she already
does."

Xander nodded. "I'm already there."

Halfway down the front path, he paused and
turned around. "What if he never comes back,
Wils. What the hell are we gonna do then?"

Willow shook her head sadly. "I don't know. I
don't even want to think about it."

Xander tried to smile. "One disaster at a time?"

"Yes, please."

Shutting the door, she went upstairs, pausing
in the hallway and listening to Buffy cry so
heartbrokenly that it was audible over the sound
of the pounding water.

Feeling helpless, she went into her own room
and closed the door.


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TWO WEEKS LATER...

Buffy walked through the cemetery
at a pace that could only be described
as trudging.

Although she had no conscious destination
in mind, she wasn't surprised to find herself
standing at the same place she'd come to
the night before...and every night for the
past fourteen days.

In her heart, she knew it was a waste of
time. He was gone, and no amount of
hoping or "Surprise! I just happened to
be in the neighborhood" dropping in was
going to make him appear.

She knew it every time she placed her
hand on the door, the door she had kicked
open so many times...in so many moods..
for so many reasons.

Descending the ladder to the lower level,
she pulled out her flashlight. After lighting
five candles and an oil lamp, she stuffed
the flashlight back into her totebag and
sat down on the side of the bed.

Her heel connected with an object stick-
ing out from under the bed, and she reached
down to pick it up.....
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"Where are you going?" she asked,
stretching lazily on the bed.

"Don't be so nosy, Slayer," her lover
scolded her. "I have a special treat
for you, so you stay right there. I mean
it" he added when she pretended to
follow him. "Don't move, gorgeous."

He was up the ladder and back down in
less than a minute, carrying a bottle and
two glasses. She watched him uncork
the bottle and pour something golden
and sparkly into each glass.

Climbing back into bed, he lifted one
glass to her lips. "Taste," he whispered.

She opened her mouth and let the
champagne invade it, the liquid flowing
smoothly down her throat.

He grinned at her. "You like?"

"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her
eyes in bliss. "It's fantastic. More..."

He laughed. and tilted the glass again,
letting a few drops of the wine trickle
down her chin, leaving a trail that he
licked off.

She laughed, and splashed some of the
champagne on him, returning the favor.

They romped all over the bed, making
playful love, with champagne ending
up in places that.....

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Her throat was tightening up, and her eyes
were blurring with tears. The bottle slipped
out of her fingers and landed on the carpet
with a thunk.

This room was not a good place for her to
be anymore. There was just too many
memories waiting to pounce on her when
she wasn't braced for them.

Draped over the back of the chair was the
pink satin teddy that she'd worn for him
on Valentine's Day.

On the nightstand, she saw the tattoo pens
she'd bought in Hot Topic. She remembered
straddling his waist, inking a red heart with a
brown stake through it on the smooth skin
of his upper left chest, then writing "Slayer"
beneath it in black script.

"I'm branding you," she had said. "You're
mine."

And, lying calmly beneath her, he'd vowed
never to wash it off.

When she'd finished, he'd turned her over and
inked a beautifully detailed crimson rose on
her hip. As she'd marveled over this previously
unrevealed talent, he'd added a couple of thorns
and three teardrops of "blood".

Then he had reached for the black pen...and
she had panicked, quickly telling him not
to write his name, that someone might see
it.

He had laughed, and assured her he'd had
no such intention, then wrote "Buffy" in
old-fashioned, gothic looking print.

When he was finished, he'd tossed the
pens onto the nightstand and made
surprisingly tender love to her, telling her
over and over how beautiful she was...and
how much he loved her.

The memory brought fresh tears to her
eyes.

**Why didn't I say it back? I love him...why
didn't I tell him? Coward...stupid...foolish
coward, that's what I am. He was never afraid
to say it. He wanted to tell the whole world
how he felt.**

Falling back on the bed, she buried her face
in the down comforter and cried...and cried.

**I do love you, Spike and if you come back to
me I promise I'll tell you...I'll say it every day..
I miss you...I need you...more than ever...please
come back.**

When she had no more tears left inside
of her, she rolled over on her back and
stared at the ceiling.

This room has been "their place". They'd
made love in her bed, as well as a few
other choice locations that made her blush
to think about them, but in this room they
had been free to be together in a way they
couldn't be anywhere else.

There was nothing furtive or hurried about
the lovemaking they'd shared in this room.
Here, they were safe from accidental dis-
covery...from disapproving eyes and judge-
mental attitudes.

They could do anything they chose, for as
long as they chose to do it. There was no one
to tell them it was wrong, this thing that was
between them. That it was unnatural and nasty,
nothing but obscene sex...as though there was
no tenderness felt.

She was more alive and herself in this room than
in any other familiar place, even the bed she'd
slept in for so many years.

More memories assailed her, striking at her
raw feelings and unguarded heart.

There, in the trash can, was an empty carton
from the time he'd held her in his lap and fed
her the most incredible chocolate fudge ice
cream she'd ever tasted. Fed it to her, and
refused to reveal where he'd acquired it, telling
her that if she wanted more, she knew where
she had to go.

And there...on the dresser was an ornate
tortoiseshell hairbrush. He would sit behind
her on the bed and brush her hair until it was
shining with vitality and health, being far more
gentle with the tangles than she'd ever been.

When he was finished, he'd toss the brush
aside and bury his face in her hair, mussing it
again, nuzzling her like a friendly puppy.

There was a book on the nightstand. Opened
up and face down, it was a book of poetry,
mostly on the subject of love.

He would read to her from this book for
hours. Calling up some ancient and half
buried memory of William, his voice would
change, taking on a gentler tone and a more
cultured accent.

Then, putting the book down, he would grab
hold of her and pull her down on the bed and
recite dirty limericks in his usual voice until
she was convulsing with laughter.

No one in her life had ever made her laugh
the way he could. Even Xander at his most
amusing couldn't elicit the same reaction
that Spike did so effortlessly by telling her
jokes so raunchy that they made her blush.

A box of videotaped movies caught her
attention, reminding her of the time they had
set up the camera and taped themselves
making love.

Reluctant at first, the idea began to take on a
certain kinky appeal for Buffy after he'd promised
her that no one but the two of them would ever
know of it's existence.

That had been a powerfully arousing little piece
of tape.

She continued to mentally catalog the room's
contents, stopping when she saw a flash of red
fabric.

Reaching under the pillow, she found herself
holding a shirt that he'd apparently overlooked
when he'd gotten his things together.

His red shirt, soft from frequent laundering, the
one he would slip on her and button her up in after
making love.

The first time she had donned this shirt, he had
looked her up and down, then told her that she
looked completely adorable in the oversized
garment, much better than he did himself, so she
should just consider it hers whenever she wanted
to wear it.

Slowly, she slid her arms into the sleeves and
wrapped the shirt tightly around her, wondering
if he'd left it behind on purpose, as something to
remember him by.

**But I don't want something to remember him
by....I want him!**

She rocked back and forth on the bed as another
storm of tears were wrenched from her guts.


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LATER THAT EVENING...

Willow jerked with surprise when the front
door flew open with a bang, nearly knocking
a glass of milk all over her laptop when she
saw Buffy running up the stairs in tears.

**Oh, Goddess...what's happened now?**

"Buffy...are you..." Jumping to her feet, she
took the stairs two at a time, arriving only to
have Buffy's bedroom door slam shut in her
face.

She waited a moment before she knocked.

"Buffy? Can I come in?" When there was no
reply except the sound of her friend's harsh
crying, Willow turned the knob and pushed
the door open. "Buffy?"

The slayer had thrown herself face down
onto her bed and was sobbing hysterically
into a pillow. Willow approached the bed
slowly and sat beside her.

"Buffy," she said again. "Has something hap-
pened. I mean...can I do anything for you?"

Buffy shook her head. "No. Just...leave me alone,
Willow...please."

Willow started to stand up, then changed her
mind and placed one hand on Buffy's shoulder.
They had to get this out in the open before her
friend was so far gone that she couldn't find her
way back.

"Buffy...please let me help you. I...I know why
you're hurting so much, but I...I just don't know
what to do. Please talk to me," she begged.

Buffy rolled over, staring at Willow with swollen,
tear filled eyes. "You don't know...it's..."

Willow reached for Buffy's hand, holding it
tightly between hers. "It's Spike...isn't it?
The reason you're so unhappy."

Buffy wiped her face on her sleeve. "How...how did
you know about it?"

"It doesn't matter," Willow said. No way was
she getting into THAT little discussion right now.
"Just tell me how I can help you."

"You can't." Buffy shook her head. "Nobody
can. He's gone...and he's not coming back."

The pain in her friends voice nearly broke Wil-
low's heart. "You can't know that," she said,
trying desperately to say something...anything..
that would alleviate Buffy's sadness.

"And I don't believe it," she added firmly. "He
loves you too much to stay away. I mean...well,
he's tried it before, right?"

"It's different this time," Buffy said, swallowing
hard. "I pushed him too far this time."

"No." Willow gently squeezed the hand she
held in both of hers. "I'm sure that's not true. He'll
be back. Maybe not right away, but...soon."

"I don't think so," Buffy said, her voice bathed
in pain, as she began to cry again. "And I need
him so much...more than ever."

"Why more than ever?" Willow asked, afraid to
hear the answer.

The answer she got, though, was the absolute
last one she would ever have expected.

There was a long pause as Buffy attempted to
get herself under some kind of control.

"Because...because I'm pregnant."

Every bit of color drained from Willow's face
as she absorped this news. "Pregnant? By
Spike?"

Buffy nodded, biting her lower lip to hold
off another crying jag. "I don't know how
it happened...don't understand how it's
possible for me to be pregnant by a vampire."
She sniffled. "But I am. There hasn't been
anyone else, Willow, I swear to God."

"Oh, Buffy...I know that." Willow was beginning
to feel as though she was going to cry too. "You
don't have it in you to love one man and sleep
with another one."

Fresh tears streaked down Buffy's face. "God,
Willow...what am I gonna do without him?"

Willow swept Buffy into a close embrace. "It'll
be all right," she soothed her. "I'll help any way
I can, you know that. So will the others."

"Yes," Buffy said. "I know that...but it's just that..
I'm going to have a baby and he'll never know
about it. My baby will never know its father. Never
know how special he is...how hard he tried."

As she sat rocking Buffy in her arms, patting her
back and trying to offer some sort of consoling
words, Willow began to formulate a plan.



TBC...

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Title: Come Back To Me
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com







Part Two....


"The situation has been upgraded from
a disaster to a catastrophe."

The other three people sitting around
the table just stared at Willow, wondering
what else could possibly go wrong.

"We have GOT to find Spike," she
told them. "And we have to find him
NOW."

"Why?" Xander asked. "What's happened?"

Willow took a deep breath and dropped
her bomb.

"Buffy's pregnant," she said. "Spike's
the father. And DON'T ask me how it
happened."

Xander was the first to find his voice.

"Don't ask you HOW?" he repeated. "What
do you mean...don't ask you how? Spike
is a vampire. Buffy's a human." He paused
slightly. "How can they have a..."

Gritting her teeth, Willow slammed the
flat of her hand down on the table.

"XANDER!" she yelled to get his atten-
tion, then drew a calming breath. "It
doesn't matter HOW it happened. We'll
figure that out some other time when
things are...settled. Okay?"

After a long pause, he nodded. "Okay."

"Good," Willow said. "What we have to do
now is deal with the reality, no matter how
anyone feels about them."

When she saw that she had their atten-
tion, she went on. "Buffy is going to have a
baby...and she's not happy the way an
expectant mother should be happy. She
needs her baby's father to be here..with
her. And we have to do everything we can
to make that happen."

Everyone nodded agreeably.

"So, does anyone know just how we're
gonna pull that one off?" Anya asked.

"That's why we're here," Willow explained. "To
come up with an idea."

"I wish Giles was still here," Anya sighed. "He
was uptight and repressed, but he was pretty
handy with the ideas."

"Yeah, I wish he was here, too," Willow said. "But
he's NOT. That means that WE have to be
the grown-ups now, so brainstorm me, people.
Don't hold back. If you've got an idea, spill it."

"I've been thinking," Tara interjected. "What
about a locating spell?"

Willow shook her head. "I thought of that, too,"
she said. "But it won't work."

"Why not?" Xander asked.

"Because he could be anywhere on the pla-
net," she explained. "And if he's moving
around a lot, he could be long gone before we ever get
to him. We'll end up chasing him all over the world, and we
don't have time for that."

"True," Tara agreed. "But maybe we could tweak
it a little. Combine the locating spell with
something else...make a whole new spell. It's
worth trying, isn't it?"

"You can do that?" Xander asked.

Tara shrugged. "Yeah, I think I can,"
she said, smiling at Willow. "I think WE
can."

Willow smiled back at her. "See why I love
you so much?" she marveled.

"Yes, that's very sweet," Anya said im-
patiently. "Now can we get going, before
Buffy's baby goes off to college?"

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"Tell me again how this works."

Xander moved around the dim upper level
of Spike's former home, lighting candles.

Willow and Tara sat on the cold floor, in-
dian style, facing each other.

"It's a combination of a locating spell
and the spell that Willow did to get into
Buffy's mind," Tara explained. "I'll do
the magicks, and overlap both spells."

"And you're sure this will work?" Xan-
asked.

"It had better work," Willow said grimly. "It's
all we've got."

Tara nodded. "Let's get started."

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"BLOODY HELL!!"

"Hi, there!" Willow smiled and waved
cheerfully.

Spike shot straight up in bed. "Where
the hell did YOU come from?"

"I came from Sunnydale," she told
him. "Well...actually, I'm still there.
My body is still there."

Spike stared at her. "So you're...what? A
bloody ghost?"

"Oh, no," she said quickly. "I mean, yes. I
mean, kind of. Not a ghost in the sense
that I'm dead. Because I'm NOT...dead, that is."
She cocked her head contemplatively. "I guess
I'm kind of a...

"I see YOU haven't changed a bit," Spike
said, rubbing his eyes.

...having a vision sort of ghost," she
finished with a hopeful smile. "Under-
stand?"

Spike leaned back against the pillows
piled in front of the headboard. "Right. So..
who's having this vision, me or you?"

"You are," Willow said. "Although, I
suppose you could say that I'm having
it too..since I'm not actually here. Maybe.."

Spike cut her off before she rambled off
in another direction. "Why are you here?"

Willow sank into a chair. "I'm here be-
cause..." She looked around the room
curiously. "Where ARE we, anyway? Is
this a hotel?"

He struggled for patience. All things con-
sidered, Willow had always been pretty
decent to him...unlike her male side-
kick...and he didn't want to be unkind to
her.

"Yes," he said. "This is a hotel room. In
Washington."

"No kidding?" She was surprised. "DC or
State of?"

"State of."

"Hmmm." She finished her perusal of her
surroundings. "This is a nice room."

"Actually, it's a suite," Spike said, a little
exasperated by her small talk. "A penthouse
suite."

"Really?" She left her chair and looked out
the window. "Wow...we're really up here,
aren't we?"

"We are indeed."

"Looks expensive," she mused.

"Very."

"Well...if you don't mind my asking.."

"Mind?" Spike cut in. "Why would I mind? An-
swering your nosy questions is what I live for."

Being the literal girl she was, Willow took his
remark sincerely. "How are you paying for it?"

"Well..." Spike said slowly. "If you really MUST
know...I traded sexual favors with the desk clerk
for it."

Her brow furrowed. "You're kidding...aren't you?"

He nearly laughed out loud. She really was a
cute little thing and he'd missed teasing her.

"The demon who owns the place is an old mate
of mine," he explained.

"Friends in low places, huh?"

He smiled a little. "You might say that."

Time for polite amenities was over, Willow
knew, time to cut to the chase. "Why are you
here?"

"Didn't I just ask YOU that same question?"
he reminded her. "And, by the by, Red..if you
didn't know where I was, then how in bleeding
hell did you find me?"

Willow shrugged. "Performed a locating spell
combined with a kind of mind melding....thing."

"Okay, I buy the HOW," he said. "Having a
little trouble with the WHY. What do you
want?"

Willow tried to choose her words so as to im-
part the maximum amount of urgency. "You
have to go back to Sunnydale. Now."

It was the only thing she could think of to say.

Of all the possible answers in the entire
world, it was the last one he had expected.

He let out a short laugh. "Huh! Are you insane?"
he asked. "I just got loose of that shitty
little town. No way in hell am I going back."

"But, there's a reason..."

"I don't CARE if there's a reason," he informed
her. "I'm not going within a hundred miles of
that Seventh Circle of Hell."

"Spike...please listen..."

"No!"

"But it's important...you think I'd BE here like this
if it wasn't?"

"No!"

Willow was getting desperate. "It's about Buffy,"
she blurted.

Spike slammed both hands down on the bed and
sat up. "Look," he snapped. "Are you deaf or
something? I told you.." He changed directions
in mid stream. "What about Buffy."

"She wants you to come home," Willow said. "She
needs you."

He stared at her for a full thirty seconds. "Yeah,
right," he said. "Now tell me another one and make
it just as funny."

Willow wanted to scream with frustration. Wanted
to hit, slap, and shake some sense into his
head.

"I'm telling you the truth," she insisted. "Buffy
needs you."

"Oh, please," Spike scoffed. "Slayer needs a
lot of things, all right, but she does not NOW,
nor has she EVER needed me."

"Things change," Willow protested. "People
change."

"Yeah, I used to think so too," he said. "But
SHE taught me differently. She'll NEVER
change!"

"Spike..."

"Forget it. I said no." He slid back down in bed
and turned his back on her. "Now click your heels
together three times and shove off."

Willows temper began to stir. "Damn it, Spike!"
she said harshly. "I'm serious!"

"I'm serious, too. Get lost!"

This wasn't going at all the way she'd
hoped it would. She needed something
bigger...something he could see.

Spotting a cheval glass mirror across
the room, she dragged it over next to the
bed.

Spike's curiousity won out over his irri-
tation when he heard Willow mumbling
something under her breath.

He sat up again, surprised when the
mirror turned black, showing no reflection
of the room.

The black began to fade, and a picture
formed until it looked like a oval tele-
vision screen.

"Hey, that's.." He pointed at the mirror. "That's
Buffy's bedroom." He was about to say some-
thing else, when the door to her room banged
open and she ran in.

Spike stared at her. "Slayer.." he whispered,
his eyes hungry for the sight of her as she
threw herself down on the bed and, to his com-
plete and utter horror, burst into tears. "Buffy?"

"Watch this," Willow said, pointing at the
mirror. "This is happening right now as we
speak."

Spike watched helplessly as Buffy cried so
hard that her small body trembled.

Then, abruptly, like Alice Through the Look-
ing Glass, he found himself sitting in the
tree next to Buffy's bedroom window.

"See?" Willow said from her own perch higher
up. "I've never seen her this unhappy before. Not
when Riley left...not even when Angel left."

"What's wrong?" he asked, not taking his
eyes off Buffy.

Willow shrugged. "Listen and learn."

"Please make him come back," Buffy begged
an unnamed deity. "I'll do anything..I promise..
one more chance..please send him home...I
love him so much..."

"Oh, God," Spike said softly as Buffy's raging
tears turned to soft weeping. "What have I done?"

Willow sighed. "Don't blame yourself completely.
She knows it was mostly her fault."

"No." He shook his head in denial. "No, I should
have stayed. Should have tried harder."

"That doesn't matter, Spike," she said. "The
only thing that matters is what you do now."
She paused. "What are you gonna do?"

He wasn't listening. Every bit of his attention
was focused on the girl huddling on her bed,
crying out the anguish of a horribly broken heart.

"Don't cry," he begged softly. "Please don't
cry...not over me."

His voice rose as he placed his hands on
the window pane. "Buffy!" Desperate to reach
her, he banged on the glass. "Don't cry, sweet-
heart!"

"She can't hear you," Willow said. "You're
in Washington, State of...remember?"

"Buffy!"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Spike! Look at me!"
she demanded. "It's not too late. You can still
fix this...if you go back now. Hurry!"

He looked wretchedly unhappy, and Willow was
afraid that he was going to join Buffy in her
crying.

She had to get him going. "Listen to me," she
said urgently. "If you don't go back, you'll miss
out on something very special. It isn't just about
Buffy anymore. There's..something else that
has to be considered."

Grabbing his chin suddenly, Willow forced him
to look at her. "I don't know how much longer
Buffy can take this. Go home now!" she said
firmly, "before something happens that YOU
can't take back."

Spike stared at her, sick with a sudden
realization of what she was telling him.

"No...no!" He jerked his chin out of her grasp,
and turned his eyes back on Buffy. "NO! BUFFY!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Buffy, no!"

Brought fully awake by the sound of his own
panicky voice, Spike sat up in bed violently, his
eyes darting around the dim room.

Willow was nowhere in sight...but had she
really been here in the first place? Or did
he just want to go back so desperately
that he'd summoned her into his dreams to
talk him into it.

And what about Buffy? Was what Willow
had said true, or did he want it to be so
badly that his subconscious mind had put
the words in her mouth?

Yes. That had to be it, he deduced. Because
only HE was capable of self-delusion on
such a cosmic scale.

There was no way in hell that Buffy had ever
felt such things, let alone voiced them out-
loud.

She and Willow, and the rest of her little
band, were all back in Sunnydale, not one
of them giving him a second thought.

The whole sorry experience was nothing
but an illusion, dreamed up and given
life by him. Buffy wasn't lying on her
bed crying over him, and Willow certainly
hadn't been in this room....

His jaw sagged when he saw it. The mirror
he'd looked into during his dream.

It was once again a plain and ordinary
mirror. No pictures on it now, but
someone had scrawled a message on
it in what looked like lipstick the color
of blood. A short message. Just three
words....

GO HOME, SPIKE!

Half an hour later, he was in his car and head-
ing towards Sunnydale. Heading back to Buffy.

Heading for home....


TBC......

Let me know what you think, okay?

Title: Come Back To Me
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com




Part Three...


Willow's head dropped forward so
suddenly that her neck popped.

Breathing deeply, she opened her
eyes.

"Well?..Did it work?..Is he coming
back?" Three different voices asked
anxious questions.

Willow slowly raised her head..and smiled.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


THE NEXT NIGHT


He hit the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign
just as twilight gave way to the darkness
of a true night time sky.

Two minutes later, he turned onto Revello
Drive, smiling when he saw the familiar
little house come into view.

Spike was longing to see her, the yearning
was almost physically painful. Never in any
part of his existence had he wanted to see
someone so badly.

He could only hope that she felt the same
way.

Pulling into the driveway, he cut the
engine and sat staring at the house. After
taking a moment to gather his nerve, he
stepped out of the car and forced his
feet to carry him to the front porch.

Without bothering to knock, he threw
the front door open, startling the girl
sprawled out on the living room floor
in front of the television.

"SPIKE??"

He didn't answer as he jumped the
stairs two at a time.

Standing in front of Buffy's bedroom
door, he paused and braced himself
for a likely punch in the face before
turning the knob and entering the
room.

"Buffy?" He scanned the little room
quickly. "Slayer?"

She wasn't there, and if she'd been
anywhere else in the house, she'd al-
ready have been up the stairs to see
what the hell was going on.

Spike fought a crushing feeling of dis-
appointment, then went back down-
stairs to start looking for her.

Before he had one foot out the front door,
he heard a small voice from behind him.

"Spike.."

The hesitant sound stopped him in his tracks,
and he turned around to face Dawn. The ex-
pression on her face told him more clearly
than any words just exactly what he had done.

A wave of shame washed hotly over him. This
girl standing before him was one of the two
people he loved most in the world, and he
knew that she returned his affection.

Dawn had cared about him long before
he'd redeemed himself in the eyes of the
others. She'd been his staunchest defender,
and had taught him more about friendship
and loyalty than anyone ever had.

And what had HE done to pay her back
for it? Why, he'd left her, of course. He had
disappeared from her life without a word of
explanation or farewell.

As he looked into her wide eyes, he saw
the hurt in them, and knew that he'd been
the one to put it there. He had not only
walked out on Buffy, but on Dawn as well.

And she had done nothing to deserve such
shabby treatment.

"I'm sorry, Little Bit," he said, pulling her
into his arms. "How've you been?"

She stood stiffly for a moment, then returned
his embrace. "Okay, I guess," she spoke
into his shirt front. "But I missed you."

Spike smiled at the soft words. "I missed you,
too," he said, stroking her hair, beating his
impatience to run and find Buffy firmly into
submission.

"Where have you been?" she asked. "How
come you just left like that?"

He released her from his arms and stepped
back, holding her hands. "It's...kind of a
long story, luv. But I shouldn't have done
it that way...and I'm sorry as hell." He lifted
her hands and kissed each one. "Think you
can forgive me?"

Dawn hesitated, then gave him her sweetest
smile. "I guess I can," she said. "So long as
you don't ever do it again."

"I won't, luv," he promised her. "Cross my heart
and hope to you-know-what."

Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her
forehead. "Listen, honey...I want to sit down
with you and hear about everything you've
been doing, school and all..and I promise you
that we'll have a nice long chat, but right
now...I need to find your sister."

Dawn made a face. "Well, it won't be hard,"
she said. "Just follow the trail of used
kleenex."

These words brought back the memory of
the dream-that-was-not-a-dream, of Buffy
lying on her bed, crying herself to sleep.

With a sudden flash of clarity, Spike knew
where she was.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the second time that evening, he found
himself standing in front of a closed door,
desperately hoping that Buffy was on the
other side of it.

He opened it quietly and stepped over the
threshold of the crypt he'd once considered
home. The upper level was dark, with the
only illumination coming from the moon
shining through the frosted windowpanes,
and a patch of dim lamplight from the trap-
door that led to the lower level.

She was there, he knew it. And she was crying
again.

Without stopping, he climbed down the ladder
into the bedroom.

What he saw there almost broke his heart.

Buffy was lying on his bed, wearing his red
shirt, clutching it around herself as though
his arms were in the sleeves holding her.

Something in his gut went thump.



He stood at the bottom of the ladder, irre-
solute, unable to make his feet move.

When her harsh crying began to taper
off, Buffy rolled over onto her back,
wiping her wet face on the sleeve of his
shirt.

Her reactions were obviously impaired by
her jumbled emotions, since it took her
twice the time it should have for her to sense
another presence in the room.

But, she finally rose into a half-sitting/
half-reclining position on the bed, and
saw him.

"S..Spike?" Her voice was so soft that it
was almost inaudible. "You're here?" Fresh
tears coursed silently down her cheeks. "Are
you real?"

All his words, all the things he had planned
to say to her suddenly vanished from his
brain, leaving him to feel stupid and speech-
less.

His silence was agitating her. "Spike...please! If
you're really here then...then say something..."

Still frozen in place, he could only think of
one thing to say.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Oh..." Buffy sat up on the bed. "Me, too."

"Buffy..."

"Spike.." She cut him off, extending her arms. "Hold
me," she begged. "Please...just hold me."

Her words broke his paralysis. Crossing to the
bed in three long strides, he sat down beside
her and gathered her into his arms.

Buffy wasn't satisfied though, and she imme-
diately climbed into his lap, clinging to him
like a frightened child waking from a bad dream.

Burying her face against the side of his neck,
she held on to him, and he tightened his
embrace when he felt the warm wetness of her
tears.

"No, sweetheart," he said, kissing the side
of her face. "Don't cry, little girl. Please don't
cry."

He rocked her gently on his lap as he murmured
tender words of love and pleas for forgiveness
into her ear.

As her crying began to ease, she pressed her
hot, moist cheek against his cool one. "Hold me
tight," she begged. "Don't let go."

"I won't." Spike shook his head. "I'll never let
you go again." There was so much he wanted
to say to her, he hardly knew where to start.
"I love you." He pulled away a little and kissed
her cheeks and forehead, and then the sweet
promise of her lips. "I love you so much."

Buffy began to smile. With her eyes closed, she
let her head drop back, relishing the tender
passion he was lavishing on her skin. "I love you,
too," she said. "And I missed you...I was so
afraid you'd never come back."

She opened her eyes, looking into his. "Promise
me..."

"Anything," he replied.

"Promise you'll never leave me again. Even if
we fight...or I'm being horrible and you hate
me...just don't ever be where I can't find
you...and bring you home."

Spike swallowed hard to ease the ache
in his throat. "I'm home now, baby. Home
for good...I promise."

Her smile widened. "Now, kiss me...and tell
me you still love me."

"I love you." He pressed his lips against hers
in what was possibly the gentlest kiss they'd
ever shared. "I've always loved you." Lowering
her slowly down to the mattress, he nuzzled
the curve of her cheek. "I always WILL love
you," he whispered in her ear. "Always."

Although just moments ago she'd wanted
to die, his touch and his words were erasing
all the pain and torment she'd lived with
constantly for the past few weeks.

Her man was home now, and everything
was going to be all right...

As soon as she told him her other news.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said, an
impish smile on her face. "I have something
else I need to tell you, and if you promise
not to leave me again...I promise I'll spend
the rest of my life making you glad you
stayed."

He smiled back at her. "That's the best offer
I've had in a long time," he said. "So, tell me,
kitten."

A sudden and unexpected shyness turned her
cheeks pink as she considered the best way
of telling him that he was going to be a father.

This would be the surprise to end all surprises.

Unable to find the right words, Buffy simply
took his hand and placed it on her stomach,
hoping he would understand what she was trying
to tell him, and praying he'd be happy about
it.

His initial look of confusion abruptly changed
to shock and disbelief. He looked, she thought,
as though he'd been hit in the back of the
head with a shovel.

"N..no," he stammered, slowly shaking his
head. "No...you CAN'T be."

"Maybe I can't be," she shrugged. "But I am."

"You're...you mean, you're..."

He seemed to need help finishing the sen-
tence.

"With child," Buffy provided. "Knocked up..in
the family way..got a bun in the..."

"PREGNANT??" He finally got the word out. "As
in..as in...PREGNANT??"

Buffy had never seen him so flustered. "As in..I'm
going to have a baby," she said clearly

"A...a baby? You and me?"

She nodded. How cute was THIS? "And
baby makes three."

The information actually began to penetrate
into his head, and he felt himself grinning
like an idiot. "I'm gonna be a father?"

Loving him even more for not even thinking
of questioning the paternity of their child,
Buffy nodded again. "Yes, you are."

"And you're gonna be a mother?"

"Well, that's usually the way it works."

He shook his head in wonder. "How'd it
happen?" he asked, staring at her tummy
as though it would provide the explanation.

She just gave him a look.

"All right, stupid question," he agreed. "But
I meant...I mean...I'm a...and you're a...I
thought we...couldn't."

"Me too," Buffy said. "Imagine my surprise."

"Imagine MINE." A sudden memory came to
him. The dream he'd had. Willow had said...
something...

"Hey you," Buffy snapped her fingers. "What
are you thinking?"

His eyes focused again. "Willow. She told me
something."

Buffy's brow furrowed. "What?"

"She said...she told me that it wasn't just
about you anymore. That there was some-
thing else...something special that I was
going to miss if I didn't.."

"Didn't what?"

He looked into her eyes. "Go home. She told
me that I had to go home."

"Wait a minute," Buffy said. "I don't under-
stand. When did you see Willow?"

He told her everything that had occured in the
hotel room. "She must have been talking about
the baby."

Buffy nodded. "Sounds like it to me."

"But if that was it...why didn't she just come
out and tell me?" he asked.

"Because," Buffy said, smoothing the crease
in his forehead away with a gentle finger, "she
wanted you to hear it from me. She knew that
I would want to tell you."

They sat together in silence for a moment.

"So," Buffy said. "Are you happy about all this?"

He stared at her in disbelief. "Hell YEAH!" he
said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" she
teased. "Getting the slayer pregnant."

"Damn straight I am!" he announced with that
cocky smile she absolutely loved. "I'm gonna
go down in history. First vamp ever to knock
up a slayer!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Gee, honey...you've
sure got a way with words."

He grabbed her arms and pulled her forward,
kissing her long and hard. "I've got other words,"
he said. "Don't you worry about that."

"Hmm..you mean like...I love you?" she asked.

"That's right," he agreed. "I love you."

"And..I'm happy to be a Daddy?"

"Well, I thought that one went without saying, but
yeah. Of course I am. Never thought I would be..."

"Uh-huh." She glanced at him, then looked away
biting her lower lip to keep from giggling. "And
then there's..where shall we have the wedding?"

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded. "Where...wedding?" He
looked at her nervously. "Now, wait a minute," he
backpedaled. "Let's not rush ahead here."

Buffy's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, turning his back to her. "Well, you
know...marriage...that's a big step. S'pecially for
a vampire, ya know?"

"I see." She gave him a speculative look. "Well,"
she added, "If that's the way you feel." She jumped
off the bed and took off his shirt, tossing it to him,
then tugged the hem of her t-shirt down. "I'm sure
I can find another guy to help me out through this."

With a shrug of her shoulders, she turned to leave. "I
wonder if Angel's still at the same number. He never..."

Her words were cut off by a possessive growl, and
a firm hand grabbing her wrist and yanking her back
down.

Sprawled across Spike's lap, she looked up with
innocent eyes.

"Very funny," he said, giving her a light swat
on the bottom.

"Well, YOU started it," she said accusingly. "Tea-
sing a pregnant woman about not wanting to
marry her."

"If I ever hear the name "Angel" spoken in the
same sentence that has ANYTHING to do with
you or with our baby, he's not gonna be around
long enough to even SAY "Will you marry me?"
let alone actually do it," Spike warned her.

Buffy grinned. "To even say...what?"

Pulling her up until she was cradled in his arms,
he lowered his head and looked into her eyes,
suddenly quite serious. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she nodded, happily. "I'll marry you."

He kissed her, then stood up and set her on
her feet. "Let's go," he said, grabbing her
hand and tugging her towards the ladder.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a little
surprised. Usually, when they were anywhere
near a bed, leaving was the LAST thing he
wanted to do.

"To get you a ring," he said, nudging her
up the ladder ahead of him. "A ring with
a great big diamond in it, so that every guy
who sees you knows that you're spoken for."

"I think they'll know that when they see
that I'm pregnant," she said, skipping to
keep up with him as they left the crypt.

Spike stopped and looked at her. "The baby
won't show for a while yet," he informed her,
as though she had no idea what she was
talking about. "You don't think I'm gonna
wait that long to make you my wife, do you?"

"Well, I..."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You're mine.
And I'm going to tie you to me every way that
I can, with every vow, bond, promise, gold
ring, and legally binding document I can devise.
Permanently."

It was the best marriage proposal she'd ever
dreamed of.


TBC......

Comments?

Title: Come Back To Me
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: Once again. I'm writing
about Spike leaving Buffy, but this
is a different approach...I think.


Part Four...


"They're just standing out there," Xander
said, peering through the living room
drapes. "Why are they doing that?"

Willow hit the mute button on the remote. "I
expect they want to be alone," she said.

Dawn crept up behind Xander and poked
him in the side. "Stop peeping, Tom, or
I'll tell Anya about your secret stash of
Playboy magazines."

Before Xander could reply, Anya walked
in with a bowl of popcorn. "Those aren't
his," she said brightly. "They're mine."

Everyone stopped and stared.

"What?" she asked defensively. "What
did I say?"

Willow cleared her throat. "You have a
secret stash of Playboy?" When Anya
nodded, Willow said, "That's a men's
magazine. I know I like it, but..."

"No, no," Anya said. "I'm not interested
in the naked women. Good heavens, all
I have to do is look in the mirror if I want
to see a naked woman. Or, at you and
Tara at the gym for that matter..."

Xander cleared his throat, tugging on
his shirt collar. "Is it hot in here?"

"I read it for the sex advice," Anya
continued. "For instance, did you know
that there's nine different ways for a man
to position his...."

"ANYA" Willow shouted her down,
glancing at Dawn. "Can I have some of
that popcorn?"

"Sure." Anya offered the bowl as Xander
flopped down on the couch next to her.

Willow turned up the sound again, and
they all sat and pretended to watch the
movie.

Ten minutes crawled by, and the front door
finally opened.

Five heads turned at the same time and
five voices called "SPIKE!" as cheerfully
as though he was their oldest and dearest
friend who hadn't been seen around in ages.

He watched them warily. "Evening," he
said, with a half wave.

Buffy was absolutely glowing with happiness,
Willow noted. Just the way an expectant
mother should be.

She towed Spike across the room and turned
off the television, then began to reel off her
various news bulletins.

Dawn was the only one legitimately shocked
by any of it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour later, Buffy closed the door behind
Xander and Anya, then turned to Spike.

"It's getting late," she said, casting her
eyes up the stairs.

"So it is," he said, then pointed one finger
at Dawn, snoring on the sofa. "Can you
handle her?" he asked. "I wanted to talk
to Red for a minute."

"Mm-hmm," she said, kissing him lightly.
"Just don't take too long."

He watched as she roused the sleeping
teenager and guided her up the stairs,
with Dawn mumbling protests that she
wasn't tired and didn't want to go to bed
yet.

Spike picked up two empty glasses and
the popcorn bowl and took them into the
kitchen, watching from the doorway as
Willow wiped up the counters.

"Thanks," she smiled, taking the dirty
dishes from him and placing them in the
sink.

Spike folded his arms across his chest
and leaned against the doorjamb. "You
were really there, weren't you?"

She gave him an innocent look. "Really
where?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Come on, Red. Don't
play games. Somehow...you came to my
hotel room in Washington to tell me
about Buffy. About why I had to come home."

Willow just smiled. "I haven't been out of
Sunnydale in ages," she informed him. "And
I've never been to Washington at all. Though I've
always wanted to go there. See the great Pacific
Northwest."

Spike looked her in the eye. "How did you know
I meant the state of Washington, and not D.C.?"
he asked, lifting one eyebrow.

But Willow wasn't as easily flustered these
days. "Well, you couldn't have gotten back
from DC so quickly," she explained. "You
must have really been speeding as it was to
get back as fast as you did."

Spike nodded. "I definitely broke some laws,"
he admitted.

"Good thing you didn't get stopped."

"Willow..." He sighed, then gave her a kiss
on the cheek. "Thank you," he said. "You
were right...I wouldn't have wanted to miss
it."

Her cheeks reddened. "I told you...I haven't
been out of..."

"I know, I know," he said, turning to leave. "Good-
night."

"Goodnight," she replied.

Before the kitchen door swung shut behind him,
he said, "Oh, by the way...that's a nice shade
of lipstick you're wearing."

He winked at her, then went upstairs to Buffy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He opened the door quietly, and saw that she
was in bed, waiting for him.

Completely naked, with the sheet strategically
draped over the proper places.

**Well, I'll fix that right quick**

His body responded instantly, and he began
to unbutton his shirt.

When it was completely undone, he kicked
off his shoes and crossed the room to the
bed.

"You sleepy, kitten?" he asked, sitting beside
her.

"Mmmm, a little," she admitted. "I haven't been
sleeping all that great lately. Missing you, ya
know."

"Me either," he said, stroking her hair. "You
should go ahead and get some sleep, luv. You
and the baby need it."

"Are you crazy?" she asked him, grabbing his
hand and pulling him down. "Do you have any
idea what kind of a tizzy a pregnant lady's
hormones can get into when she's not being
properly attended to by her man?"

"Tell me," he urged her.

"Oh, it's...positively dangerous," she whispered,
nuzzling his ear and tracing her tongue along
his jaw. "People have been known to...flee
in terror."

"Is that a fact?" he murmured, stroking the
soft skin of her upper arm. "Well, your man is
home now...and he's more than ready to attend
to your needs, darling."

She shook her head. "But he's wearing too
much clothing," she scolded. "I like it better
when he's completely naked.." Her voice
dropped in tone. "All...over..." she whispered.

Buffy sat up and eased his shirt off, then
reached for the buckle of his belt.

As she worked at it, he kept distracting
her by fondling her bare breasts and rubbing
her still flat tummy.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully.

She glanced at him. "What?"

"I just can't get over the fact that there's
someone else inside of you...besides me,
that is."

His zipper slid down easily, helped along
by her fingers and the pressure his erection
was placing on it.

Buffy shoved his pants down around his
ankles, and he stepped out of them, kicking
them away.

As she scooted back in the bed towards the
headboard, he slowly crawled up over her,
the lowered his head to capture her mouth in
a wet, penetrating kiss.

Buffy moaned softly in her throat, and her hands
came up to frame his face as she returned his
kiss in full measure, sliding her tongue between
his parted lips.

Without breaking their contact, she sent her
hands down his sides, finding hard muscle and
smooth skin.

Placing one hand on his rear, she wrapped the
fingers of the other one lightly around his cock,
feeling it jerk in her hands.

"Harder," he rasped. "Squeeze it."

Buffy obeyed, squeezing firmly and rubbing
her thumb against the head, smearing the drops
of clear fluid oozing out of him.

"Ah, god.." he said, lowering his head to her
throat, probing it's soft hollow with his tongue.
He'd nearly forgotten how delicious those little
hands of hers were, and he couldn't believe he'd
been stupid enough to think he could live without
the feel of them on his body.

Loosening her fingers slightly, she began sliding
her hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first,
then faster.

Spike's head jerked up as he arched his back. "Yes,
baby...that's it. Touch me...play with me..."

Her hand moved down and fondled the heavy mass
of his scrotum, feeling them move in her fingers.

"Spread your legs a little more," he instructed. "Now,
raise your knees."

When he had her in the position he desired, he moved
down and applied his tongue to her cleft.

Buffy's breathing escalated when she felt him probing
inside of her, thrusting his tongue in deeply, then
almost all the way out.

"Mmmm," he moaned, kissing her inner
thigh. "There's that taste I love. That sweet cream
I can't get enough of."

His tongue began to flick rapidly back and
forth across her clit, and he then licked up
all the wetness that trickled out of her.

Buffy lifted her hips, crying out her love and
her pleasure to him. "Spike...yes, baby. That's
good...so good..."

He sat up suddenly, grabbing her hands and
pulling her up along with him. They knelt
together in the bed, their arms wrapped tightly
around each other as they fell into another
earth shaking kiss.

Spike reached down and pushed his cock
between her thighs, sliding it back and forth,
coating it in her slick fluid.

He placed his hands on her bottom and
lifted her enough to position himself and
push inside of her, sheathing his hardness
in her soft, wet heat.

Buffy gasped at the feel of his invasion, and
began to moan when he started to pump
his hips up and down, bouncing her on his
lap.

She wrapped her legs around him, and felt
him lift her a little higher, until her breasts
were level with his hungry mouth.

Extending his tongue, the touched the very
tip of one nipple with it, then drew wet circles
around it before he took it into his mouth and
began to suckle her.

Soon, his baby would be here, taking its
nourishment from the place that gave him so
much pleasure.

He just hoped the baby would be willing to share.

Moving his mouth to her other breast, he
gave it the same lavish treatment.

Buffy's head dropped back, and she stared
sightlessly at the ceiling. The sensations of
him pushing his cock in and pulling it out,
along with the hard sucking of her nipples,
was almost more than she could bear.

She ground herself down on him, wiggling
her hips, and eliciting a soft groan of
pleasure from him, the sound vibrating
against her sensitive nipple.

"Oh, god...yes..yes.." she panted. "Suck
harder...yeah...like that..."

Every pull at her breast made her womb con-
tract, and every thrust of his cock rubbed her
clit in just the right spot.

"Faster," she whined, "fuck me faster...unh..
yes..yes.."

Without losing their connection, he somehow
got her back down on the mattress. Her legs
stayed wrapped tightly around his waist, as
he began to pound into her with everything he
had, doing it for her.

Buffy dug her nails into the churning muscle
of his ass, and began to whisper in his ear.

"Yes, baby...that's so good...do it...do
it...ohhh...I'm so close...Spike...I'm so
close..."

"Gonna come?" he choked out. "Zat what
you want...?"

"Yeah...yeah, that's it...make me come...oh,
please...I gotta come...I gotta..."

"I'll make you come," he grunted, pouring it
on, grinding and thrusting, pumping her life
a machine. "Make you see stars..make my
girl come..yeah.."

Bracing his weight on one arm, he sent
his free hand down between them to find and
play with her clit.

Buffy arched her back, thrusting her breasts
up and Spike took immediate advantage,
lowering his head again and clamping his
mouth firmly around her nipple.

He sucked hard three times, and on the third
one, Buffy's body reached its limit. With a
loud cry she tried to muffle with her hand,
she came, twisting and writhing beneath
him.

The tightening of her pussy stimulated his
shaft even more, and he began the fast, deep
thrusts that would bring him off.

He felt that it was ready. Pulsing and throbbing
inside of him, ready to be ejected from his body
and into hers.

"Fuck...Buffy...I'm gonna come, baby...gonna
come in you...your tight little pussy...gonna fill
it up...gonna shoot it all in...unh..unh..."

Burying his face in the pillow beneath her head,
he released himself, his cock twitching and
spurting inside of her, every drop splashing
the tender heat of her passage, cooling her.

His body was a tautly drawn bow, freezing
for an instant, then slowly relaxing until he
collapsed in her arms.

Buffy stroked and caressed him, whispering
to him just how much she loved him, would
always love him and only him.

Spike was incapable of answering her
just then, but she didn't seem to mind.
She was perfectly happy to let this moment
be all for him.

They stayed that way for a while, content
just to be.

When he finally came back to himself, he
pulled away and looked at her, concerned.

"You don't think that would hurt the baby, do
you?" he asked.

Boffy smiled, smoothing his hair back. "No.
Baby's way too small right now. He's only
just beginning to grow."

"He?" Spike teased.

"Or she," Buffy amended.

"Or them!" he added, grinning. "Maybe it's
twins."

She groaned. "Don't say that. Let me have
one to practice on before you start planning
the next one."

With a sticky slide, he pulled out of her
and rolled onto his back. Buffy turned
on her side and threw her arm across his
chest, and one leg over his.

They stayed that way, each of them lost
in their own imagining of the future as they
succumbed to sleep.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You know," Tara said, snuggling up to
Willow. "We might have to move out of here
sooner than we'd planned."

"Why?" Willow asked. "The baby won't be
here for months. We have plenty of time."

"Because if THAT," Tara pointed her thumb
at the wall between their bedroom and
Buffy's, "is going to go on every night,
we're never gonna get any sleep."

Moving into Tara's arms, Willow shrugged.

"Well...you know the old saying; If you can't
drown them out...join right in...oh..wait a
second...that didn't come out right at all, did
it?"



The End