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When the Day Breaks	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 5501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy frowned when she heard a knock at
their front door and pulled herself up from where she'd been resting against
Spike on the couch. "Who could that be?"
"Probably the loud Slayer," Spike
said, standing up.
"The 'loud
Slayer?'" Buffy
asked, eyebrow arched.
"Yeah. That was the problem earlier. Couple
of roommates weren't getting along. I'm moving one of them to her own room."
"Just like that? Couldn't you have tried some mediating first?"
"Do I look like a teen counselor? The two of them were obviously mismatched,
Buffy." Spike went to answer the door.
Buffy came up behind him and peeked out the
door as Spike opened it, wanting to see who this "loud Slayer" was.
She frowned, realizing she wasn't one of the ones Buffy already knew.
And that she was absolutely gorgeous.
"So, um, Spike, right?" the other
Slayer asked, a bag slung over her shoulder.
"Yeah. Didn't catch your name
earlier." Spike said.
"Emma Rawlings," she replied,
holding out her hand.
Spike shook it. "Nice to meet you then,
Emma."
Buffy pushed forward, standing slightly
between Emma and Spike and resting her hand possessively on her fianc�'s
shoulder. "And I'm Buffy," she said.
"Yeah, I know. It's good to finally
meet you. You're like a legend around here with the other Slayers. Is it true you
battled a god?"
"Yep. And the root of all evil, too.
So tell me, Emma, how long have you
been a Slayer?"
"I got Called a
year ago, when most of the girls did, but I've only been here about a month.
That's when Mr. Giles found me and told me I was a Slayer."
Buffy swallowed. Spike was arranging for
special accommodations for this girl and
Giles had brought her here himself? Visions of a Faith sequel danced through
her head� "So is Giles your Watcher now?" Buffy asked, trying to keep
her tone as conversational as she could.
"Oh, no. I haven't even seen him since I left home. I don't
have a Watcher," Emma said.
"You don't have a Watcher?" Buffy
asked. "I know we're a little short on them, what with the explosion and
all, but�"
"Oh, I had one," Emma said
quickly. "But she asked that she be placed with someone else."
"Did she now?" Buffy
asked, eyebrow arched.
Emma shifted, her
nervousness apparent. "I didn't work well under her training
guidelines."
"I'm sure she'll have a new Watcher
soon enough, pet," Spike said. "You didn't have one for a while
either, if memory serves. Nor do you have one now."
Buffy shot Spike a look. "Well, are you
going to show her to her new room?" she asked briskly.
Spike glanced at Buffy for a moment, trying
to figure out what was up with her before he decided she must be having another
one of her weird mood swings. "Yeah. Come on,
Emma. We need to go get the key first."
"It was nice to meet you, Buffy,"
Emma said, smiling at the older Slayer.
"Yeah, you,
too."
Spike frowned, able to tell Emma had picked
up on Buffy's less-than-sincere tone. Even with her hormones going all wonky,
this wasn't like Buffy. "All right, then," he said. "I'll be
back soon, luv."
"Uh huh," Buffy
replied, turning around and walking off.
"She doesn't like me," Emma said
once the door was shut behind them and they were making their way down the
hall.
"Don't take it personally," Spike
replied. "Baby's making her act all buggy. Hormones and whatnot."
"She's pregnant?"
Spike stopped, rolling his eyes skyward as
his jaw clenched. "Bloody hell." He let out
a deep breath, looking back at Emma. "I wasn't supposed to say that. We
found out right before we came here, and I'm the only person she's told so
far."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I won't
tell anyone I know�not even Buffy. I'll just forget it all together."
"Thanks," Spike replied. "She
wouldn't be at all happy if she knew I was blabbing that to any of the
Slayers."
"Got it. Your secret is safe with me."
"Great. Now let's go get you that
key."

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"Okay, this isn't a room," Emma said as she looked
around the place Spike had taken her. "This is an actual apartment.
Furnished and everything. And is that an entertainment system?"
"Yeah. It was one of the guest rooms. This is still part of
the faculty wing."
Emma turned sharply, her brow furrowed.
"I'm not�"
"I know." Spike cleared his
throat. "Actually, I was thinking maybe you could help me out with
something."
Emma looked at him skeptically. "This
isn't about to get creepy is it, because despite my rep around here, I�"
"No!" Spike said quickly, seeing
where she was going. "Not that at all."
"Good. I mean, no offense, you're a
definite hottie, but I'm so not the type to move in on someone else's
man," Emma said.
"And I'm very much someone
else's," Spike replied. "This is�well, there's this girl next door to
you�Dawn. She means a lot to me, and she's been really down lately. I think
it's something about a boy, but she won't talk to me about that."
"So you want me to what, pump her for
information and report back?"
"No. I want� Well, I want you to be her
friend. She doesn't really know anyone her own age, and I think she's lonely. Thought maybe it would help her, having another teenaged girl to
hang out with."
"And you chose me because�"
Spike shrugged. "Dunno. Though your excellent taste in music may have had something to do
with it. But Dawn, well, she's Buffy's sister, and she tends to have
sort of mixed feelings towards the Slayers. You obviously weren't exactly
fitting in out there, so I thought maybe she'd like you better."
"You have a very strange sense of
logic," Emma replied. "But hey, people tell me the same thing, so it
works for me. Can I meet her?"
"Yeah, come on." They walked back
out into the hallway and Spike knocked on Dawn's door. "Bit, it's me. Open
up."
The door opened a few moments later, Dawn
smiling slightly at Spike. "Hey." She caught sight of Emma.
"Who's this?"
"Emma Rawlings. She's your new
neighbor."
"Didn't think any of the newbie Slayers got to live up here," Dawn said, eyeing
Emma warily.
"I annoyed my way out of the
dorms," Emma replied.
"Well, I'm just going to go check on
Buffy," Spike said backing away from the two girls. "See you both
later."
"Okay, he can be such a freak," Dawn said when Spike had left.
"He thinks you're lonely and elected me
to be your new best friend," Emma explained.
"Oh god," Dawn replied, burying
her face in her hands for a moment. "I'm sorry," she said when she
looked up again. "He just gets all�big brother-y and way overprotective.
You really don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to."
Emma shrugged. "No, it's okay. I've
spent the past month in a foreign country where I know all of no one. I could
use a friend myself."
Dawn looked Emma over for a moment.
Usually�unless he was training them�Spike avoided all non-Buffy-shaped Slayers
like the plague. If that wasn't the case with this one, maybe she wasn't all
that bad. "All right," Dawn said with a shrug. "Wanna get some
lunch? I found a place the other day that's really good."
"Works for me," Emma replied.

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"So where'd you put Amy?" Buffy
asked when Spike came back.
"Emma," he corrected her.
"Whatever."
"I put her in the apartment next to
Dawn," Spike replied. "And what is with you?"
"You what? Spike, she's been here a month. This is going to set
a precedent�a bad one." Buffy gave him her angry Slayer glare.
"Look, Dawn hasn't been exactly
adjusting since we came here. She seemed okay the first couple of days, but now
she's withdrawn, barely talks to either of us�or anyone else for that matter.
Emma seemed all right. Thought maybe she and Dawn could hit
it off."
Buffy stiffened. Her
fianc�, her Watcher, and now her sister? This girl was wasting no time
working her way into her life� "How long have you known her?"
"Emma? Just met
her."
"And you've already decided she's
perfect best friend material for Dawn?" Buffy asked,
hands firmly planted on her hips.
Spike bit the inside of his mouth to keep
from snapping. Whatever had gotten into Buffy, he was really hoping her mood
would hurry up and swing the other way. "Just thought
she could use someone around her own age, is all."
"Yeah, and Rainbow Brite's
evil twin is just the right person for that." Buffy threw her hands up.
"God, this is going to be like Janice all over again."
"Oi! No need for that now. She seems like a nice enough girl to me."
"What was that you called her when she
came to the door today? 'Loud girl?'"
"Didn't mean that as a bad thing,"
Spike explained. "Just didn't know her name yet, and she was blaring the
Sex Pistols when I met her."
"Oh, the Sex Pistols," Buffy snapped, her hands going back to her hips.
"Well, why let Dawn be her friend? I bet you two
are like kindred spirits or something."
"Buffy, what�" Spike stopped,
Buffy's behavior suddenly making sense. "You know, Slayer, if you weren't
such a pain in my arse, you'd be adorable."
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "Spike�"
she said, her tone one of warning.
"You're jealous, pet. I'm
touched," Spike said with a small chuckle.
"You're about to be touched in the nose
by my fist."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Please. You and
I both know you don't do that anymore.
"I may take it up again."
"Buffy, as strangely flattering as you
actually being jealous where I'm concerned is, there's
no need for it. I'm not even attracted to her."
"Please. I saw her, Spike. With her big brown eyes and pouty lips
and her sexy punk girl style."
Spike raised his eyebrow. "Maybe I'm
the one who should be jealous." He reached down, taking Buffy's hands off
her hips and holding them in his own. "Seriously, kitten, I was just
thinking about the bit. You're the only woman I want�that I'll ever want. You're the love of my life,
and hell, you were the love of my unlife, too. No other woman could come close
to changing how I feel about you, Buffy. Ever."
Buffy's shoulders slumped,
his words making her anger drain away. "I know. And I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to go all psycho on you. I'm just so tired, and
my brain hasn't been its most functioning today."
"It's okay, princess." Spike kissed
her forehead. "Want me to run you a bath?"
Buffy looked up from under her lashes. "With bubbles?"
Spike smiled, glad to see that the storm
seemed to have passed. "'Course, sweetling.
Anything you want."

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Buffy practically purred as Spike ran a
brush through her hair, wondering why she hadn't taken advantage of this
particular skill of his years before.
He'd come into the bathroom after allowing
her some time to soak away the day's soreness and helped her wash all those
hard to reach spots. Then he'd carefully dried her off with a soft, thick towel
before rubbing lotion all over her body. Now with the hair brushing on top of
that, she was putty in his very talented hands.
He made her feel so pampered, so cherished.
So loved.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch
earlier," Buffy said. "I know you'd never cheat on me, Spike."
"I know you do, kitten. It's all
right." Spike set the brush down before lifting up her hair and pressing a
kiss against the nape of her neck, making a shiver run up Buffy's spine.
Buffy stood up, a slow smile forming on her
lips as she tugged on the belt of her robe. "Still, you've been so nice to
me despite how much trouble I've given you today. There must be some way I can
show my appreciation."
Spike's expression quickly became a leer as
the silk of her robe pooled at Buffy's feet. "I'm sure you can think of
something."
Buffy kneeled at the edge of the bed between
Spike's legs, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He cock sprung
eagerly into her hands, and Spike groaned as Buffy gave the tip a light lick.
"Maybe I could kiss you here and make it all better," Buffy said, her
hand barely moving up and down the hard shaft.
"Buffy, please�" Spike moaned as
he thrust his hips forward, desperate for more of her touch. She leaned in
again and took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before
hollowing out her cheeks and sliding down as far as she could go.
Spike groaned again, fisting his hands in
the hair he'd so painstakingly brushed shortly before. The feel of Buffy's
touch was the most wonderful thing he'd ever known, and he didn't know how she
could think for even a moment he'd ever want anyone else. Even with over a
hundred years of experience under his belt before her, Buffy could make him
feel things he'd never known were possible.
Buffy pulled up slowly, massaging the
underside of his cock with her tongue as she did. "Need to feel you
against me," she said breathlessly. "Need to feel you inside
me." She reached down to take off his boots as Spike pulled his t-shirt
over his head. She then moved to his jeans, pulling them the rest of the way
off before nudging him back on the bed. Spike moved to rest against the
pillows, watching Buffy as she crawled up to him.
The couple cried out in unison as Buffy slid
down on top of him, taking all of Spike inside with one stroke. Spike gripped
Buffy's hips, guiding her movements as she set her pace. She never failed to
drive him wild when she rode him like this, her untamed sensuality what had
drawn her to him in the first place.
He wondered sometimes if she'd known that
first night that she was dancing for him�if she'd been able to sense her the
way he could her.
But he knew for certain that this particular
dance she was doing now was all for him, and god, it drove him bloody crazy.
As she drew nearer to her peak, Buffy's
movements grew more frantic, and Spike reached between them, working her clit
with the pad of his thumb until Buffy wailed in release. Spike followed her
over, his hips bucking as he called her name.
When his surroundings became clear again,
Spike reached down and pulled up a blanket, bringing it around the two of them.
Buffy moved slightly to the side, resting her head against his chest. Spike
slid his hand between them, pressing it against her stomach. "Hope we
didn't jostle Baby too much."
"Baby's been jostling Mommy all
day."
Spike chuckled. "You been the one
causing all this ruckus, Baby?"
"It can't hear you. Doesn't
even have ears yet."
"Aw. She doesn't need ears to hear her daddy, do you, Baby?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You are such a
freak."
"Please. I've heard you talk to her
plenty of times."
"Have not."
"I may not be a vampire anymore, kitten, but I still have the hearing."
"Unlike our currently earless
baby," Buffy muttered.
Spike chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"And you call me a freak."
"Mmm�We can be freaks together,"
Buffy said, nuzzling closer to him.
"I think the sex fried your brain,
Slayer."
Buffy's eyes drifted shut. "Tends to do that. You're quite adept at the brain fryage."
Spike held her tightly as he heard her
slipping into the telltale signs of sleep. Even with her unpredictable mood
swings to contend with, Spike couldn't imagine anything better than life with
the woman he held in his arms.

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I was really glad to see the response I got
to the first chapter of this. I'm always worried when I write anything with an
OC, because I know how that can turn people off. But instead I got people
asking to see more of her, which was quite a relief! So many people seemed
excited about this fic starting and I hope the second chapter didn't
disappoint. :)
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