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
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