Tempting Teachers (1/1)
Title: Tempting Teachers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike from BtVS
Genre: Post-Series, Romance
Summary: The school teachers of little Lexi and James teach Mummy Buffy and Daddy Spike some important lessons about their relationship.
The hugest thank you ever toamyxaphania for her amazingly beautiful Spuffy baby banner! (See it under the cut :)
Disclaimer: All publically recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1,156
“James is a very intelligent young boy. He’s most certainly advanced in his reading and comprehension skills for someone his age. You should be very proud, Mr. Pratt.”
Oooh, Mr. Pratt.
Rolling her eyes, Buffy heaved a sigh and shifted in her seat. That was Mr. Summers-Pratt to her. She couldn’t believe this woman was allowed to teach primary school, let alone her little boy. Glancing down at her bag, she thought of the stake and cross bow inside and pictured how she’d love to use them right then. From the minute they entered the room, Ms. Oooh Mister Pratt had been making googly eyes at her husband. She’d flicked her auburn locks and stuck out her chest.
Urgh.
Zoning back into the Parent-Teacher interview, she immediately wished she hadn’t when said teacher giggled and batted her eyelashes at something her husband had said.
Urgh.
Slumping in her seat, she gave Spike a wary sideway glance. He had that half-smile plastered on his face. That stupid, flirty and completely adorable half-smile. God, she hated him sometimes.
~
Lexi’s ponce of a teacher hadn’t let up on complimenting his wife since they’d step foot inside the classroom. He couldn’t believe that this guy was teaching his little girl. Spike saw how he’d deliberately brushed her hand when passing her some papers and he’d had to clench his jaw when he felt a vampiric growl threaten to burst out.
But Buffy, she’d just sat there and blushed and smiled and thanked him for being “far too kind”. Then she’d gone and crossed one of those luscious, gorgeous legs over the other. Then the flowing material of her skirt had fallen back to reveal more of that sun-kissed thigh. He couldn’t help it as his eyes flickered yellow when he caught the git letting himself take an eyeful of his Slayer’s sweet skin. When this was all over, he’d take her out to the car and remind her precisely who she belonged to. But until then, he’d just have to watch her sitting there, that innocent and unknowing facade unfaltering, that proverbial halo shimmering brightly. God, he hated her sometimes.
~
“What the hell was that all about?!”
Interviews all done with; Buffy and Spike were making their way to the play area to collect little James and Lexi when he confronted her in the middle of the empty corridor.
“What was that all about?” Buffy threw his question back at him.
“You were letting that gormless tit fawn all over you!”
“Oh, yeah? What about Ms. Googly Eyes all ‘Oooh Mr. Pratt!’” Buffy fluttered her eyelashes as she twirled a blonde lock around her finger with an exaggerated giggle. “I wasn’t the one calling her crazy British pet-names and sitting there with that stupid ‘I’m so sexy, ask me how’ grin on my face!”
She went to give the vampire a hard shove but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. Buffy glared at him with fiery eyes but when he tugged her closer, standing over her, she felt the embers of another fire building down in another part of her body. Even after all their years of marriage and two children, jealousy lead to only one thing.
“Mama! Daddy!”
They broke apart, willing away their sudden bursts of arousal when their young one’s came running up. Spike scooped up his little girl, Buffy her little boy and they showered them with kisses.
James clung tightly around Buffy’s neck as they made their way out to the car. “Did they say nice things about us?”
“Sure they did, little Prince. Mummy’s very proud of you.” He giggled when she gave him more kisses. “Tell you what; I’ll take you and big sis to see Uncle Angel on the weekend. He can tell you more stories and draw you more pictures.”
He smiled back happily, a younger version of Spike’s bashful smile, and whispered, “I love you, Mummy.”
~
A few steps behind them, the young blonde was touching her father’s eyebrow scar in fascination as usual.
“Daddy?” She asked quietly. “Are you angry at mummy? Is mummy angry at you?”
“Not at all, Goldilocks. Where’d you get that idea?”
“You looked angry.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a tiny pout. “Like you were about to jump on top of her...and gobble her up! Just like the Big Bad Wolf!” Her young sky-blue eyes flew impossibly wider with every word. “Please don’t eat mummy!”
“I won’t, pet,” he chuckled. “I promise.”
“Not one single bit of her. You pinkie promise?” She stuck out her finger.
His naughty side couldn’t help but think that his daughter was unknowingly banning him from one of his all-time favourite activities. He linked his little finger with hers. “Promise, baby girl.” Gripping her small body tighter, he tickled her sides and pretended to bite her, growly lightly. “I’ll eat you up instead!”
She let out surprised shrieks amongst fits of laughter as she held on tight, desperate not to fall. Smiling contentedly when he planted a loud kiss on her brow, she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured tiredly, “I love you, Daddy.”
~
“Buffy?” Spike rested his arms on top of the car door as he watched her strapping in a sleepy James. “I’m sorry, luv.”
The corner of her mouth lifted in an accepting smile, also expressive of her own apology.
“I guess, sometimes, I just get a little possessive. A little jealous. I don’t mean to. But you know how much I love you and how I’d do anything to protect you-and sometimes I just see the way other blokes look at you and I just-mpgh!”
He banded one strong arm around her waist to steady himself when she tugged him in roughly and smashed her lips to his. There was only one word he could think of to describe her kiss.
Possessive.
He pressed her harder against his chest and savoured her sweet taste.
“Look Jamie!” They heard little Lexi from inside the car. “It’s Ms. Hawthorn and Mr. Morgan. And they’re holding hands!”
They chuckled at the names of the teachers who had caused their disagreement and groaned as they simultaneously deepened their kiss.
“Mummy! Daddy! Stop kissing!” she exclaimed. “They can see you!”
Spike would have happily continued kissing his wife until the end of time, but Buffy had other plans. She knew it was childish, but couldn’t help but pull away to see the expression on Ms. Hawthorn’s face. Bodies still heaving from their passionate exchange; husband and wife stifled a giggle when Ms. Hawthorn slapped Mr. Morgan on the arm for his gobsmacked expression and shoved him towards their car. It seemed Ms. Hawthorn and Mr. Morgan were having relationship issues of their own. But when Buffy gave his behind a playful slap, Spike thought happily that theirs couldn’t have been going better.
Fin~
A/N: Okay, so what started off as like, three Spuffy baby fics has obviously evolved into something more along the lines of a "series". Do you any of you lovlies have any suggestions as to what the series should be called? Because I have nooo idea :\
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike from BtVS
Genre: Post-Series, Romance
Summary: The school teachers of little Lexi and James teach Mummy Buffy and Daddy Spike some important lessons about their relationship.
The hugest thank you ever toamyxaphania for her amazingly beautiful Spuffy baby banner! (See it under the cut :)
Disclaimer: All publically recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1,156
“James is a very intelligent young boy. He’s most certainly advanced in his reading and comprehension skills for someone his age. You should be very proud, Mr. Pratt.”
Oooh, Mr. Pratt.
Rolling her eyes, Buffy heaved a sigh and shifted in her seat. That was Mr. Summers-Pratt to her. She couldn’t believe this woman was allowed to teach primary school, let alone her little boy. Glancing down at her bag, she thought of the stake and cross bow inside and pictured how she’d love to use them right then. From the minute they entered the room, Ms. Oooh Mister Pratt had been making googly eyes at her husband. She’d flicked her auburn locks and stuck out her chest.
Urgh.
Zoning back into the Parent-Teacher interview, she immediately wished she hadn’t when said teacher giggled and batted her eyelashes at something her husband had said.
Urgh.
Slumping in her seat, she gave Spike a wary sideway glance. He had that half-smile plastered on his face. That stupid, flirty and completely adorable half-smile. God, she hated him sometimes.
~
Lexi’s ponce of a teacher hadn’t let up on complimenting his wife since they’d step foot inside the classroom. He couldn’t believe that this guy was teaching his little girl. Spike saw how he’d deliberately brushed her hand when passing her some papers and he’d had to clench his jaw when he felt a vampiric growl threaten to burst out.
But Buffy, she’d just sat there and blushed and smiled and thanked him for being “far too kind”. Then she’d gone and crossed one of those luscious, gorgeous legs over the other. Then the flowing material of her skirt had fallen back to reveal more of that sun-kissed thigh. He couldn’t help it as his eyes flickered yellow when he caught the git letting himself take an eyeful of his Slayer’s sweet skin. When this was all over, he’d take her out to the car and remind her precisely who she belonged to. But until then, he’d just have to watch her sitting there, that innocent and unknowing facade unfaltering, that proverbial halo shimmering brightly. God, he hated her sometimes.
~
“What the hell was that all about?!”
Interviews all done with; Buffy and Spike were making their way to the play area to collect little James and Lexi when he confronted her in the middle of the empty corridor.
“What was that all about?” Buffy threw his question back at him.
“You were letting that gormless tit fawn all over you!”
“Oh, yeah? What about Ms. Googly Eyes all ‘Oooh Mr. Pratt!’” Buffy fluttered her eyelashes as she twirled a blonde lock around her finger with an exaggerated giggle. “I wasn’t the one calling her crazy British pet-names and sitting there with that stupid ‘I’m so sexy, ask me how’ grin on my face!”
She went to give the vampire a hard shove but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. Buffy glared at him with fiery eyes but when he tugged her closer, standing over her, she felt the embers of another fire building down in another part of her body. Even after all their years of marriage and two children, jealousy lead to only one thing.
“Mama! Daddy!”
They broke apart, willing away their sudden bursts of arousal when their young one’s came running up. Spike scooped up his little girl, Buffy her little boy and they showered them with kisses.
James clung tightly around Buffy’s neck as they made their way out to the car. “Did they say nice things about us?”
“Sure they did, little Prince. Mummy’s very proud of you.” He giggled when she gave him more kisses. “Tell you what; I’ll take you and big sis to see Uncle Angel on the weekend. He can tell you more stories and draw you more pictures.”
He smiled back happily, a younger version of Spike’s bashful smile, and whispered, “I love you, Mummy.”
~
A few steps behind them, the young blonde was touching her father’s eyebrow scar in fascination as usual.
“Daddy?” She asked quietly. “Are you angry at mummy? Is mummy angry at you?”
“Not at all, Goldilocks. Where’d you get that idea?”
“You looked angry.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a tiny pout. “Like you were about to jump on top of her...and gobble her up! Just like the Big Bad Wolf!” Her young sky-blue eyes flew impossibly wider with every word. “Please don’t eat mummy!”
“I won’t, pet,” he chuckled. “I promise.”
“Not one single bit of her. You pinkie promise?” She stuck out her finger.
His naughty side couldn’t help but think that his daughter was unknowingly banning him from one of his all-time favourite activities. He linked his little finger with hers. “Promise, baby girl.” Gripping her small body tighter, he tickled her sides and pretended to bite her, growly lightly. “I’ll eat you up instead!”
She let out surprised shrieks amongst fits of laughter as she held on tight, desperate not to fall. Smiling contentedly when he planted a loud kiss on her brow, she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured tiredly, “I love you, Daddy.”
~
“Buffy?” Spike rested his arms on top of the car door as he watched her strapping in a sleepy James. “I’m sorry, luv.”
The corner of her mouth lifted in an accepting smile, also expressive of her own apology.
“I guess, sometimes, I just get a little possessive. A little jealous. I don’t mean to. But you know how much I love you and how I’d do anything to protect you-and sometimes I just see the way other blokes look at you and I just-mpgh!”
He banded one strong arm around her waist to steady himself when she tugged him in roughly and smashed her lips to his. There was only one word he could think of to describe her kiss.
Possessive.
He pressed her harder against his chest and savoured her sweet taste.
“Look Jamie!” They heard little Lexi from inside the car. “It’s Ms. Hawthorn and Mr. Morgan. And they’re holding hands!”
They chuckled at the names of the teachers who had caused their disagreement and groaned as they simultaneously deepened their kiss.
“Mummy! Daddy! Stop kissing!” she exclaimed. “They can see you!”
Spike would have happily continued kissing his wife until the end of time, but Buffy had other plans. She knew it was childish, but couldn’t help but pull away to see the expression on Ms. Hawthorn’s face. Bodies still heaving from their passionate exchange; husband and wife stifled a giggle when Ms. Hawthorn slapped Mr. Morgan on the arm for his gobsmacked expression and shoved him towards their car. It seemed Ms. Hawthorn and Mr. Morgan were having relationship issues of their own. But when Buffy gave his behind a playful slap, Spike thought happily that theirs couldn’t have been going better.
Fin~
A/N: Okay, so what started off as like, three Spuffy baby fics has obviously evolved into something more along the lines of a "series". Do you any of you lovlies have any suggestions as to what the series should be called? Because I have nooo idea :\