TITLE: A Glimmer of Gold
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
A Glimmer of Gold
"Oh c'mon, guys, why is it always me to wind up with checkingon Spike?"
Arms akimbo, legs slightly spread Buffy gazed at her friends.
"Maybe because you're big as a house and usually end up being in the way..." A mischivous grin on his face, Xander glanced at her unmistakable hump.
"Arsehole!" She hissed and stumped out of the library.
***
"All right, here I am in this effin' cold crypt!"
Propping her feet up at the edge of Spike's bed, the slayer quietlylooked at the blonde.
Things had been so awkward the last time they had met...
Spike, so much taken aback because of her pregnancy...
Incapable of anything but spitting venom and hatred...
All right, maybe he did have a reason to be upset...
She had used him, indeed, for comfort and sex...
Bloody bastard, Riley...
Fucked her...
Knocked her up...
And left her, the bloody shit...
Although she wasn't too sure whether the child was really his...
What iof Spike...?
Nah, couldn't be...
At least, that was what the Watcher Bible said...
Oh well, nevermind, it wouldn't hurt to pretend...
"Aaargh!!!"
"Spike?"
She was by his side in an instant or three.
Gosh, how the heck had he managed to cut his own head.
Sure, he had been desperate to get rid of the chip in order to go after Riley, but butchering himself...
For a little while he had even seemed content with the bloody thing...
They had been together, slayer and slayee, sharing their bodies and minds for a couple of weeks...
"You're all right there?"
She tentatively traced the fine curve of his brow, unable to keep her hands to herself.
Although her watcher and friends had put her on 'grave-watch' the last couple of days she still couldn't get used to the angry red scare and his partly shaved skull...
"Spike?"
Leaning closer in order to catch a proper look at his face, Buffy ignored her spider-senses tingling in dism,ay.
"You bloody bitch!!!"
He had her by her hair the very next second.
"Who do you think you bloody are!?!"
He jumped to his feet unsteadily, shoving her off and onto the cold rocky floor.
"Spike?"
Reproachfully rubbing her maltreated back, the slayer peered at the blonde nervously.
And an icy hand clamped down on her neck, when all of a sudden his human mask faltered and the demon took over instead.
"How could you do this to me???"
Uncaring about her awkward condition, the vampire furiously tackled her head-first.
"How could you shag me," he growled venomously, shaking her frame. "Knowing Fishboy knocked you up..."
Again and again he shook the frail, pregnant girl.
"How could you not tell me, you were with child???"
He deliberately ignored her paltry, pained whimps.
"How could you possibly...???"
With every angry question the shaking incresed.
He was so much out of it, he didn't even realize the slayer's already pale fetures all of a sudden painfully twist.
"S-P-I=K=E-!-!-!"
Her nails violently dug into his skin.
"You bloody twit!!!"
With a strangled cry the blonde man let go.
"Spike!!! Oh my God, Spike... This bloody well huAAAHHrts!!!"
A very suspicious look on his face, Spike carefully inched up on the slayer.
"This is a bloody joke, right?"
His hand came to a rest on her jerking shoulders.
"Tell me, you're not having this baby right now and right here!!!"
Her answer was another heavy convulsion and several quick gasps for much needed air.
"I guess we better get you out of this jeans..."
He quickly lifted her sweater and quietly grinned at the open fly and the piece of elastic securing her pants.
HE had just about managed to halfway peel her out of her trousers, when a wave of hot human blood freckled his hands.
Shifting slightly to kneel in between her legs, Spike readied himself for an event he hadn't witnessed in all of his 164 years.
"Do soAAAHHHmething, SpiAAAHHHke!!!"
Her tiny fists rhytmically hit the floor, tearing the delicate skin.
The vampire, his face just as white as the slayer's, couldn't but stare in awe.
Developing a will of his own, his hands involuntarily brushed along her thights and her hips and her exposed, very pregnat stomach and breasts.
He slowly let his fingers travel back down and just about stopped long enough to feel the baby kicking against its restrains.
"You need to calm down, slayer."
Unable to resist anylonger, Spike's head disappeared in between her thights, where he greedily licked the fresh blood colouring her legs.
"You baAAAHHHstaAAAHHHrd!!!"
The slayer screamed and screamed all the while rapidly drawing in big gulps of air.
"This is AAAHHHll youAAAHHHr bloody faAAAHHHult!!!"
"Oh well, excuse me," the vampire snapped somewhat taken aback. "But no vampire ever knocked up a bloody shuman!!!"
+Of xourse none of the girls lived long enough to actually be sure of...+
+Damn it!+
He deliberately chose to ignore the tiny voice whispering to him.
"You bloAAAHHHDy son of aAAAHHH bitch..."
The contractions were coming faster and faster, Spike realized with threat.
He nearly chucked up his guts, when with the most agonizing scream, followed by a soft plop, he all of a sudden came face to fce with the child's head.
Next thing he knew, he held a squirming new life in his hands, over and over covered in drool.
"Buffy..."
They silently glanced at one another, their eyes veiled with tears.
"Its a boy...," Spike finally managed to force out.
He no longer cared whether the screaming bundle was his kid.
Unlike Fishboy he was here, and for some stupid reson determined to stay.
A wave of tenderness washed over him, when he carefully patted the kid's slimy dark locks.
"What about a name?" He gazed at the slayer. "And don't tell me its Riley, because of his father..."
"Will you shut already!" Buffy snapped at him tiredly.
He was by her side in less than a second.
"What about Andrew?"
Her tiny fingers reached for the baby's even tinier hands.
"You mean as in Angel and Dru? Goah, what a nancy-boy's name!" Spike immediately moaned.
However, he quickly bent down to brush a soft kiss to her chin. "But if that's what you want..."
A gentle smile on his fce he watched the fast asleep girl.
"Well, little one," he grinned at the baby as he carried the boy to the couch. "You realize you smell incredibly eatable."
Spike cheeky expression immediately turned into a goofy grin, when - for the fracture of a second - the baby's milky blue eyes lit up with a golden gleam.
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