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I opened my eyes slowly and found myself staring into a darkened room…my sitting room. My first feeling was one of confusion…
Why was I on the couch? Had I fallen asleep?
But then a throbbing in my jaw - a really painful throbbing at that - reminded me about my little excursion with the troops and not to mention running into Mr broody pants ( Read more... )
Why was I on the couch? Had I fallen asleep?
But then a throbbing in my jaw - a really painful throbbing at that - reminded me about my little excursion with the troops and not to mention running into Mr broody pants ( Read more... )
“You and your old man working as a team, now? He knocks a bloke unconscious and you move in on his woman?”
Getting up quickly - maybe too quick for how I felt at the moment - and walked over to Spike to see how he was. “Hey now, don’t be silly.” I smiled and looked him over, touching my hand to his cheek. “How are you feeling? I was just…just coming out to check on you.”
Closing my eyes for a moment I took a deep breath and smiled, turning back to Connor. “I’ll be in my room…if you need, or want to talk. Just knock.” I waved slightly before leaning on Spike to head back to our room. I tried desperately to keep him from seeing how bad I felt, tonight’s been eventful and I didn’t want to see him get more upset because of me.
“Do you need anything?” I asked, closing the balcony doors and turning to him. He looked like he was studying me or trying to read into me for some reason, I blushed and looked away for a moment. I felt bad for keeping some things from him but I couldn’t burden him with everything, neither one of us asked for a child and now we have one on the way. He’s already worried about my health and money - which we don’t have much if any of - and I didn’t want to burden him any more. He’s human now, who knows how much easier it is for him to have a heart attack now that his heart actually beat.
I walked over to him and smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist before kissing his chin quickly. “What’s going on? Does your head still hurt?” I gently ran my hand over his face, loving the warm feeling of his skin under my fingers.
It felt so good to be alive, even with all of the struggle.
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Not me that’s for damn sure. Tell you the truth I felt almost bad for giving him such a hard time lately. Sure I’d get over it quick smart though.
‘Sides I had my own worries, Tara being the main one. My girl was being her usual caring self, putting everyone else first, but I could tell she was still having a hard time of it. Bloody hell, and I’d been complaining about a little jaw ache.
“What’s going on? Does your head still hurt?”
“Funny thing,” I said softly, twining my fingers with hers and holding her hand against my skin. “Seems a whole lot better now that you’re touching me.” I smiled softly and leaned down to kiss her. Now there was a drug worth having, made the pain disappear like magic. Hell, who knows, maybe it was.
I broke the kiss and gently scooped her up in my arms, my head throbbed a little as I lifted her but I didn’t give a toss, all I wanted to do was make sure my girl was all right. She was carrying our baby now after all. Christ it still blew me away, our baby…
Settling her on the bed, I pulled the covers over her and sat down beside her.
“There anything you need, kitten?” I asked pushing the hair out of her face. “Jaw might be killing me but I’ve had far worse, and my hands still work fine.”
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"Funny thing, seems a whole lot better now that you’re touching me.”
A smile crosssed my lips and I leaned up on tiptoes and kissed him softly, my hand tightening a bit in his before he pulled away. He picked me up and I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me to the bed.
“There anything you need, kitten? Jaw might be killing me but I’ve had far worse, and my hands still work fine.”
"Hmmm..." I smiled and moved over in the bed, pulling the covers down and smiling up at him. "You, I miss you...we haven't..." I blushed as he got under the covers, pulling me into his arms. "It seems like we ha-ven't talked in a long time." I reached over and laced my fingers with his, closing my eyes and leaning against him. "Everything's changed...I can feel more things changing..." I'm not sure if I like all of them either.
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"It seems like we ha-ven't talked in a long time."
Things had been hectic lately, and what with all the goings on and Tara being under the weather it did seem as if I spent more time running around looking after things; money, her health, everything else, than actually spending quality time with her.
“Agreed, pet,” I said softly, pulling her against me and stroking her back. “Lets make time for it now, then, hmm?”
"Everything's changed...I can feel more things changing..."
She was right, I knew it…not sure I liked all of the changes that were on the horizon either, but there were some that were going to be bloody brilliant.
“It’s the way of the world love and life’d be pretty boring if everything stayed the same. Even if sometimes the changes aren’t all that fun.”
I ran a hand down her body and rested it on her belly.
“We’ve got one nice one coming though.”
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I sighed and nodded, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again when I felt his hand on my stomach. "Yeah..." I murmured, taking my hand and covering his with it. I smiled when my eyes caught sight of the ring he'd given me. "We have a few things good coming our way..."
There was a noise on the balcony and I looked and saw Connor get up and head to his room. Leaning back I sighed and looked at our hands over my stomach, still amazed that I was pregnant. After being dead no less...
"I just...I feel guilty...everyone's all torn and...and there are times when I feel so happy that I just want to burst..." I absently played with his fingers and spoke softly. "I worry...I worry about you and...I c-can't...can't lose you...I-I'm so scared of that..." I admitted softly, surprised that I'd said it outloud to him; maybe it was the baby making me say this, even if it was it was ok. These things needed to be said.
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“Not going to pretend I have all the answers, pet, know you wouldn’t believe it anyway, but I know one thing and that’s if I’d spent all my time worrying about Buffy being killed when we were together, I wouldn’t have half the wonderful memories I do of her. We made sure we made the most of every moment and that’s what you and I have to do.”
I stroked her cheek lightly and lifted her chin so she was looking at me. “It’s not enough. It’s never enough…not if you’re always counting the minutes. Just trust that I’ll do my best to make sure I have all the time in the world to be with you.”
I kissed her lightly and rested my forehead against hers, smiling mischievously.
“Just as long as you keep making those bloody wonderful breakfasts you do.”
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"I know...it's hard s-sometimes..." Even with it being hard I knew that things would be ok, or at least in the area of ok for a while. It would be as long as we stayed together and were honest with each other. As long as I had him to come home to every night, and he the same with me. Everything would be ok; I had to believe that.
“Just as long as you keep making those bloody wonderful breakfasts you do.”
I laughed and kissed him. "Only if you promise to eat them and get fat and bald and grow old with me." I took a shaky breath and kissed him again, realizing just how much of my heart I put into those words.
"I love you..." I murmured against his lips, my hand trailing over his face and down to his waist, pulling him closer to me.
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Guess some things never changed.
“Fat and bald I’ll have to get back to you on, love,” I said smiling against her lips. “But old I can do. Been working up to it for a while, haven’t I?”
I ran my hand down her back and pulled her closer still, loving the feeling of just lying her with her, sharing soft, lazy kisses. It was bloody heaven.
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“But old I can do. Been working up to it for a while, haven’t I?”
"Yes, that you have...Maybe we should call you Grandpa..." Laughing I felt him pull me even closer to him, the warmth of his body adding to my own and I slowly skitted my hands up and under his shirt, just to feel his skin. I trailed soft kisses over his face and down his neck, nuzzling my nose there and smiling as I felt his pulse.
"Spike..." I murmured against his neck. "Will...will you still love me even when I'm fat and moody?" I shook my head at my own words and buried my face in his neck, feeling my face flush even more.
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I pulled her closer and smiled at the comment.
“Yeah, not really the sort of thing a bloke wants to hear in bed though,” I said grinning and titling my head to the side as she kissed my neck.
I shivered as she ran her hands under my shirt…god she was really starting to get me going. Don’t think it was all that good an idea when she was feeling poorly, though…
"Spike...Will...will you still love me even when I'm fat and moody?"
I pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling. The idea of her carrying our baby, getting to watch it grow inside her was something I was really starting to look forward to, so yeah, I could deal with fat.
“I would love you,” I said kissing her lips and moving down her body, pressing kisses down her front until I got to her stomach. I lifted her shirt and kissed her navel softly. “Even if you were green all over, love.” I kissed her belly again softly and dipped my tongue into her navel.
“And I’ve done moody…it’s no problem.”
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"I would love you, even if you were green all over, love."
I laughed as he kissed my bare flesh, making me shiver and grip the sheets. All different emotions washed over me and I didn't know what or where to go first. "I love you, so much." I whispered, running my hands into his hair and then down his back.
"And I've done moody...it's no problem."
I smirked and gripped him by his collar, pulling him up to me and smiling. "You've done moody huh? Hmmm, well...I wonder how you can handle this mood..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him firmly as I bent my leg over his calf, waves of lust and desire washing over me.
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“Can handle it just fine, pet,” I murmured against her lips, trailing my fingers up her sides, under her shirt and stroking her warm, bare flesh. I let my fingers skim the sides of her breasts and smiled against her lips when she shivered.
“Can you though…sure you’re not feeling too poorly?”
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Shivering I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. "I'm sure. I feel a bit icky...but that's par for the course." I leaned up and kissed him, tugging at his shirt and tossing it off to the side. "Need you, you...you make me feel grounded, safe. Want you, so much." I whispered against his lips, wrapping my leg around his waist and sighing contently before I reached down and started pulling at his belt.
"Do you...do you feel alright?" I pulled back and asked. "I know you hit your head and all...W-we don't...we don't have to..."
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She felt so good against me, hands working on my clothes and stroking my skin and I was more than relieved that she was feeling well enough to play. I’d missed her like crazy and I wanted her almost more than I wanted my next sodding breath at this moment.
“Let me do that,” I said sitting up and tugging on my belt. “I feel fine…got a lot of experience with…hitting my head.” I grinned at her and rolled my eyes. “As you so cleverly put it.”
I leaned down to kiss her again, trailing a line of small, light kisses down her neck until I reached the V of material the neckline of her shirt made. “Have to remember not to hit my head on Peaches fists again,” I murmured absently as I began unbuttoning her shirt.
“So beautiful,” I sighed, pulling the material aside and stroking her breasts, watching as her nipples perked up and bending to take one in my mouth. She sighed above me and I cupped her other breast, caressing it softly and enjoying the warmth and weight of it in my palm. She was bloody beautiful and I was going to make her feel beautiful again…
I continued my way down her body, kissing her stomach again before tugging on her pyjama bottoms and ridding her of them all together.
“Don’t want you to move a muscle, kitten,” I said softly, running light fingers up the beautiful, creamy flesh of her inner thigh. “Just lay back and enjoy yourself, right?”
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“Don’t want you to move a muscle, kitten...Just lay back and enjoy yourself, right?”
I blinked and nodded, resting back against the pillows and started to squirm. I could feel his fingers teasng the skin of my inner thigh, making the nerves in my spine tingle. "S-spike..."
Every move he made made me want him more, made me ache for him even more. I could feel his lips trailing up my thigh before going back down my other thigh, leaving me gasping and digging my fingers in his hair.
"Spike..." I tightened my fingers in his hair and pulled him up to me, running my hand over his cheek. "Please...make love to me...I need you so much..." I whimpered against his lips before kissing him hard.
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"Please...make love to me...I need you so much..."
God, I needed her too. Didn’t even realise how much until right that minute.
“Don’t need to ask me twice, love,” I said panting, after breaking the kiss. I stood up quickly and hauled off my jeans, chucking them into the corner of the room and settling back down on the bed with her. “So beautiful, you know that?” I whispered softly, stroking a hand down her cheek and trailing it down her body. I nudged her thighs open and teased the delicate flesh between them with my fingers, slowly circling her clit as I bent to kiss her softly.
My cock was achingly hard, like I hadn’t had any for weeks and I could hardly think of anything other than being inside her. I didn’t want this to hurt her, though, in any way, so I slid a finger into her and then another, stretching her slowly and getting her ready for me. She was moaning and sighing above me in no time and I grinned lightly before moving up her body and settling between her legs.
“Liked that, then?” I asked smugly, taking in her dazed expression and the pretty blush staining her cheeks.
Suddenly I wondered if this position’d be all right…with the baby and all…
“I’m not going to…hurt anything being on top of you like this, am I? I asked stupidly. You’d think you’d stop sounding like a moron after 145 years of living.
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