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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 sat on the edge of the bed, watching
Dawn as she slept. Aiden had given Dawn some energy once they'd returned to the
Temple, claiming it would both speed the healing process
and help her sleep. Then, he'd gone off with Emma to help her heal as well.
The Slayer ran her hand over Dawn's forehead
as she felt tears welling in her eyes and her throat tightening. Now that it
was finally over, Buffy felt the stress of the past couple of days come
crashing down around her. It had been different from any of the other dangers
she'd faced since she'd been Called, and even now, it
all had a sort of surreal feel to it.
But it had been real. She'd almost lost
Dawn.
She'd almost lost Spike.
She felt his hand on her shoulder and jumped
before she realized who it was. "Come on, luv. The nibblet's
out for now, and there's nothing else you can do for
her."
"But what if she
wakes up. I want to�"
"No, it's time for you to take care of
yourself a little, too. You and the sprout you've got inside of you."
Spike lifted Buffy up, ignoring her protests. "Come on. I've drawn you a
bath."
"Is that your way of telling me I'm
stinky?" Buffy asked, letting Spike carry her
back over to the room they'd been sharing as she relented at the thought of
soaking in warm water.
"You do have a bit of that apocalypse
ripeness," Spike teased with a wink.
Buffy slapped his chest. "Ass."
Spike chuckled as they reached the bath and
he set her on her feet, helping her remove her clothes. She winced as a bit of
fabric snagged a cut, and Spike gently peeled it the rest of the way from her
skin.
When she was nude, Spike gently patted her
bottom. "All right. Into the
water with you now."
Buffy looked over at the bath, watching as
the warm water bubbled. It was large, more like a marble Jacuzzi, really, and
her aching muscles longed for it. She glanced over at Spike. "You are going
to join me, aren't you?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Honestly, honey? I think you could use
it." Her nose crinkled. "You've got a bit of that apocalypse ripeness
going on yourself."
Spike shot her a look, but he slipped off
his own clothes, then took her hand and led her over to the bath. Buffy sighed
in contentment as she sunk down into the water, letting it wash over her,
taking away all the grime from their journey and soothing her aches.
Spike moved behind her, massaging her shoulders
for a moment before he said, "Dip back and get your hair wet, and I'll
wash it for you, yeah?" Buffy turned to give him a grateful smile before
she leaned backwards, getting her hair thoroughly wet before she came back up.
Spike picked up a glass bottle from the side of the bath, pouring some into his
hands and working it into a lather.
Buffy moaned under Spike's touch, relishing
the feel of his fingers working her scalp. Long past the sort of reaction she'd
had the first time he called her "Goldilocks," Buffy had discovered
there were definite perks to Spike's obsession with her hair.
This was one was at the top of her list.
"Wash it out now, pet," Spike said
once he'd gotten her hair soaped up enough. Buffy did, washing the suds out of
her hair, then moving back to rest against his chest.
Spike wrapped his arms around her, and Buffy
closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips. Her body felt tired, drained, but
at the same time, she felt a sense of relief.
Another
apocalypse averted. Somehow, she'd managed to beat the odds and pull it off
again.
One of Spike's hands drifted down, resting
over Buffy's belly. "Baby's okay, too," Buffy said, placing her hand
over his. "I can feel it."
"I know. I just think about it sometimes,
how a life we created is growing inside you, and I�" He stopped for a
moment, then said, "It's a little
overwhelming."
"It is." Buffy craned her neck so
she could look back at him. "Do you really think it's a girl?"
Spike's hand began to caress her abdomen.
"I do."
"I was thinking, earlier, about names.
And I know it's kind of early, and we have lots of time to decide on one, but I
thought, maybe Anne?"
Spike's hand stilled. "Anne was my
mother's name."
"I know. You said it once, back in
Sunnydale, and I remembered because it's my middle name, too." When Spike
didn't respond, Buffy cleared her throat. "But I know what happened there,
so maybe it was a bad idea, and I shouldn't have�"
"No, it's not a bad idea," Spike
said quickly, putting an end to Buffy's rambling. "I just hadn't
thought�" He stopped, his hand moving across her belly again, this time
with a light tremble. "Anne. I think� I think that would've made her
happy."
"So maybe Baby's an Anne," Buffy said
sleepily, her eyes closing again. She nuzzled against Spike's chest, the events
of the past few days catching up with her as she quickly dozed off.
Spike held her for a while, relaxing with
the woman he loved in his arms before he finally lifted her out of the tub,
wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to bed.

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Emma whimpered, the pain shooting through
her making her fight against regaining consciousness.
"Shh, mimlai. Sleep now."
Emma sighed, not fighting against Aiden's
words. He pulled her closer to his bare chest as he kept a steady, yet low flow
of healing energy into her body,
He could give her more this way. It would not
work as quickly as possible, but he could aid her healing for longer.
The heartache he'd felt when he'd thought
she'd given her life to defeat Chalchicomehuel was more than Aiden had felt in
centuries.
And
then the joy he'd felt when he'd touched her and realized she was still alive�
Aiden had never planned to give his heart to
any woman. His life, which had been set out for him even before his birth, was
a solitary one, and while he was allowed the occasional sojourn out of the
Temple, for the most part, he was alone.
The Temple would be no place for someone
like Emma. She was wild, untamed. She deserved a place where she could know
freedom.
She never would here.
She was beautiful, strikingly so, yet it was
more than Emma's physical appearance that had drawn Aiden to her from the start.
Even when he'd first approached them in the desert, he'd felt a spark when he'd
seen Emma, something from her tugging at his very soul. She had a fire in her,
one which called to him, made him long to experience true freedom right along
beside her.
Yet he could not. He was forever bound to
his duties, forever cursed to solitude.
Knowing he would soon have to say good bye, Aiden
held on to Emma tightly.

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When Buffy awoke, warmth and comfort was
warring in her mind with worry and concern.
Drowsily, she let warmth and comfort win out
and nuzzled against Spike, smiling to herself.
"You awake, luv?" Spike asked, his voice rumbling through Buffy's body.
"Can I say no?"
He chuckled. "You can try, but I think
you just gave yourself away."
Buffy stretched, then looked up and gave him
a pout. "You and your logic are mean."
"Sorry, kitten," Spike replied
with a kiss to her forehead.
"I guess we should get up, go check on
the others," Buffy said, stretching again. She couldn't help but notice
Spike's erection as her leg brushed against it, and she swallowed, her body
temperature suddenly seeming to rise.
"They're resting, luv," Spike
said, dipping his head to nip at her collarbone.
"But�we...responsibility and�"
"Post apocalyptic sex now.
Responsibility later," Spike said as he rolled her over, his body covering
hers.
Spike's fingers delved into her folds,
stroking her until she was panting beneath him, writhing in pleasure and
desire. He lifted his hand, his mouth closing over his fingers as he moaned at
the taste of her.
It made Buffy tremble.
He slid inside with a sure, steady stroke,
and Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips, guiding him in deeper.
Spike thrust in and out wordlessly, the only
sounds coming from him harsh pants and groans. Buffy was used
to the sound of his voice, used to him both "whispering nasties" and
professing his love.
Sometimes in the same breath�
But now he was silent, steady, holding her
close as he pushed in as deep as he could.
It was then that Buffy realized how afraid he'd been these past few days.
Afraid for her�
Afraid
of losing her�
She wrapped her arms around his back and
pulled him closer, his head going down to the crook of her neck. "I'm
here, baby," she said soothingly, moving one hand up to stroke his hair.
"You didn't lose me this time. I'm here. Right
here."
Buffy felt him trembling, felt his hips
pitch forward hard, his movements suddenly jerky. She held him closer, tighter,
and whispered one phrase over and over in his ear.
"I love you�"
He came with a strangled gasp of her name,
stilling above her, locking her in place. She moaned, her own body following
him over and shaking in release.
Spike collapsed against her chest, and she
held him there as she felt him drift off into a much-needed sleep. He was still
nestled inside of her, and she smiled and kissed him softly on the top of his
head.
His breaths were even in his sleep, warm as
they stirred her hair. She could feel his heart beat against her breast, and her
own heart swelled as she relaxed in the calm after the storm.
They'd done it. Somehow, they'd managed to
see yet another apocalypse through to the other side.
It amazed her sometimes, how quickly the
final battle could turn. A decision made in the blink of an eye was often all
it took to affect the fate of everything.
Three years before, that decision had come
in the form of a swan dive from a tower.
This time, it had been the sacrifice of
another Slayer.
She worried about Emma now, worried that the
energy she'd given had been too much for her to make it. But the girl was
strong, and Aiden had said she was still fighting, not wanting to let go. The
corner of Buffy's lip twitched up.
And
who was it who had said all Slayers had a death wish?
He'd been right that night, at least in her
case. She had had a death wish, and
hearing him call her on her darkest secret had frightened her more than any
demon ever could.
Somehow, Spike had always known what she
didn't want to admit to even herself. He'd been able
to tear through everything she built to hide behind and call her out on what
she'd thought no one would ever know.
He'd even been able to do it when they were
mortal enemies.
She didn't understand it then, yet she did now.
Spike knew her because he was a part of her.
She wouldn't be able to feel this peace in
his arms now if he weren't.
Spike shifted slightly against her, sighing
in his sleep, and a warmth spread through her.
The world was safe. Her family was safe.
And she was in the arms of the love of her
life.
With a smile on her lips, Buffy joined him
in sleep.

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