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"Sorry Spike's being so protective of
me, too," Emma said once she and Aiden had gotten significantly out of
earshot of the campsite. "I mean Buffy and Dawn I get, but I don't know
why he's bothering to care one way or another about what I do."
"He has a brother's concern for
you," Aiden replied. "It's clear to see."
Emma blinked. "Spike's not my
brother."
"Our families are not always the ones
we are born into, Emma," Aiden said. "Sometimes we do not find them
until later, when we need them the most."
"I haven't had a lot of luck with
families," Emma muttered.
"Do you not have one?" Aiden
asked, a frown creasing his face.
"Oh, I do," Emma said. "I
just�can we not talk about this? Please? It's�it's not a good subject for
me."
Aiden observed her body language and facial
expression, the small light he carried illuminating her. "Someone hurt
you," he stated.
"Which would be why I don't want to
talk about it," Emma said. "I�" She looked way from him. "I
can't."
"Then we won't," Aiden replied. He
took her hand, pulling her softly until she stopped with him. He pushed her
multi-colored hair away from her eyes. "I cannot lie, Emma. Every word I
speak must be truth. So when I tell you you're beautiful, I mean completely�all
of you. Not just what I can see with my eyes."
Emma looked away from him again, the
intensity of his gaze too much for her. "You don't know me, Aiden. We only
met yesterday."
"I touched your soul last night. You
can't tell me you didn't feel that as well. Being with you�it was more than
just a physical act. In my centuries of existence there have been many, many
women, but not a one of them did to me what you did. You shook me to the very
core, Emma."
Emma raised her eyes slowly, her surprise
clear in them. She had felt what he described, too, but had thought it was just
because she'd never been with a man who possessed Aiden's experience or talent.
Had there instead been something more to it? Was her immediate attraction to
this man and willingness to share his bed so quickly indicative of something
that she did not yet understand? It was possible� Since she'd become a Slayer,
Emma had felt as if a veil had been lifted off the world, showing her things
she'd never begun to imagine could exist before. Could what she was already
feeling for Aiden be one of those things? "Aiden, I�"
Aiden cleared his throat. "Let's
continue to the spring."
Emma nodded, willing to let this particular
conversation drop. The physical aspects of whatever was happening between her
and Aiden she could handle, but anything else was just too much too soon. She
let him bring her to the spring, waiting as he lit a fire there the same way he
had back in the other chamber.
"So there's nothing in that water
waiting to eat me, right?" Emma said, walking over to the spring and
looking into the clear water.
"No. Most of the creatures native to
this dimension survive in sand, not water�there's much more of it."
"Okay then." Emma stood up
straight, facing Aiden as she slipped out of her clothes and let them fall to
the ground. "So�are you gonna join me?"
Aiden watched as Emma stepped into the
water, flipping her head back to dampen her hair and then coming up again, her
tanned skin and colorful tresses now damp. He grinned slowly as he disrobed,
approaching the spring. "Oh yes, little Slayer. I will most definitely be
joining you."
He moved into the water, his movements
graceful and powerful at once. Emma shivered both at the sight he presented in
front of her as well as the promise of what was to come. Never in her life had
she seen a man more physically perfect than this one.
Aiden's arms went around her as soon as he
reached her, his large hands cupping her buttocks so he could raise her up,
allowing their lips to touch despite their height difference. Emma clung to him
as he kissed her, one hand digging into his shoulder while the other wrapped in
his long, dark hair, the strands feeling like silk around her nimble fingers.
Her world spun around her, her head light from the taste and feel of him.
When they finally broke for air, Aiden
looked down at her, and Emma was pleased to notice that his breathing was as
erratic as her own. She'd been too lost in the pleasure he had given her the
night before to take in his reactions, and now she could see that she was
setting him on fire as he was her. "I was frightened today," he
admitted softly as he raised one hand to stroke her cheek. "When the
krenack pulled you down, I thought� It frightened me."
His admission touched her, especially since
Emma could tell Aiden was not the sort of man to make such declarations often.
"I'm okay," she assured him, smiling gently as she covered his hand
with her own.
"I know. I'm glad that you're strong,
little Slayer. I find myself worrying enough about you on this journey as it
is. I'm afraid I'd be a wreck were you to be incapable of defending
yourself."
Emma looked down a little, a blush coloring
her cheeks. First Spike and now Aiden� She wasn't used to having people care
one way or another about her well-being and now there were two men looking out
for her, albeit in different ways. "I'm still not sure how strong I
am."
Aiden kissed the tip of her nose. "I am, my little mimlai."
Emma frowned. "What's that?"
"I believe the creature I am referring
to bears a resemblance to the 'pixie' of your world's myth."
"Pixie?"
"Yes," Aiden replied. He gave her
a roguish grin that she hadn't seen on his face before but immediately decided
she liked. "Small creatures�adorable despite the mischief twinkling in
their eyes."
"So you're telling me I'm short yet
adorably mischievous?"
Aiden laughed deeply at her question.
"Yes, I am."
"Pixie, huh?" She smiled slyly.
"Better be careful then. I might just fly away."
"Oh I can make you stay," Aiden told
her, the playfulness in his features melting into sensual determination. He
moved with her to the side of the spring, lifting her up more so her upper body
rested on the smooth rocks of the edge. He positioned himself between her
spread legs, resting each one on his broad shoulders before dipping his head
down to her glistening center.
Emma bit her lip to keep from crying out at
the feel of his tongue against her, her body already shivering at the contact.
He'd done this for her the night before and then she'd thought it the best
she'd ever had�until now. It seemed even better today, Aiden knowing exactly
where to touch her and how. His nimble tongue lapped inside of her, reaching
spots she hadn't even known existed until he'd shown them to her. She dug her
heels into his back, her fingers clinging to the edge of the spring. Unable to
control her movements, she writhed against his mouth, panting, the heat that was rising in her body almost unbearably
wonderful.
Then he switched tactics, moving his tongue
up to wrap it around her clitoris in an unparalleled display of oral dexterity.
She fought to keep quiet, yet a small yelp sounded from her as she exploded
into pleasure, her body bucking violently until she finally collapsed,
boneless.
Carefully, Aiden slid her back into the
water, wrapping his arms tightly around her to keep her from sinking. Emma
rested her head against his muscular chest, fighting to get her breathing to
return to normal. She had almost succeeded when Aiden dipped his head and whispered
hotly against her ear.
"Someday I want to make love to you in
a place where I can hear how loudly I can make you scream with pleasure."
"Oh god," Emma whimpered, her
heart racing.
"Now I will have to settle for
that," Aiden said. "It's quite a pleasing sound as well." He
moved her back against the edge of the spring, coaxing her legs to wrap around
his hips. "Are you ready for me, mimlai?"
"Yes�"
Emma breathed. She wasn't sure she'd ever been more ready for anything in her
life than the feel of Aiden inside of her again.
Beneath the
water, Aiden surged inside of her, swallowing her cry with his mouth. He kissed
her hungrily as he pushed in and out of her, ripples spreading out in the water
from their joined bodies. Emma tore her lips away from his with a gasp, another
orgasm already building inside of her. It felt almost as if currents of energy
were passing between them, igniting her every nerve until all she could feel
was pleasure more intense than she'd even been able to imagine before meeting
this man.
He was whispering
in her ear in a language that Emma didn't understand, but the meanings of the
words didn't matter to her then, only the sound of his voice, driving her
higher and higher. The need and desire he felt was clear in every word, every
sound. She shook in his arms with pleasure, her body falling over the edge only
to rise and fall again over and over until Aiden's
hips pitched forward, her name torn from him as he released inside of her.
They held on to
each other as the water around them stilled, the waves they'd created fading
into ripples. Aiden rested his lips against the top of her head, breathing in
her scent. "Every time I hold you, I feel content," he said softly,
his arms tightening around her as if he were afraid she'd slip away.
Even without
knowing he was bound by honesty, Emma could hear the sincerity in his voice and
before she could stop herself she was crying. Aiden pulled back slightly,
though he didn't release her from his arms, his expression now one of concern.
"What is this?" he asked her gently as he wiped away her tears.
"I'm sorry,
it's just�I'm not�I'm not used to this," Emma said. "You're so nice
to me, even after we've�and I just�" She stopped, burying her face against
him again.
Aiden stroked her
back, whispering soft words of comfort as he did. He'd suspected the night
before that Emma was experienced in the basic physical act of sex but that she
was not accustomed to being shown much consideration from her lovers.
"You're not just a body to me, Emma," he told her. "The more I
get to know you, the more I am around you, the more attracted to you I
become."
Emma looked up,
met his eyes, and trembled at what she saw there. The intensity, the raw
emotion�it was more than she could handle. "I�I'm cold," she said
finally.
"Yes, I
suppose you are. You're shaking," Aiden said, though he knew her shivers
were from more than her lowered temperature. "Let's get dried off then,
shall we?"
Emma nodded and
then let Aiden help her out of the water.

*** *** ***
Spike's eyes zeroed in on Buffy's feet as
she took off her boots, and a frown creased his brow. "You told me you
were fine walking, Buffy."
Buffy looked up, startled by his harsh tone.
"I was."
"You bloody well were not! You're feet
are badly swollen�they had to be bothering you. You should've said
something."
From her own pallet, Dawn glanced at the
couple, but quickly looked away again, deciding it was best that she stay out
of it.
"I was fine, Spike," Buffy said,
her arms firmly crossed over her chest. "I told you I was fine and I meant
it."
Spike took a deep breath meant to be
relaxing, though the ticking muscle in his jaw let Buffy know how close his
temper was to exploding. "You spent all day walking through the desert,
Buffy, and your feet are severely swollen. You're putting the baby at
risk."
"I am not! I'm not going to hurt the
baby, Spike."
"Yes you are!" Spike's yell
vibrated off the cave walls and Dawn's head snapped around again, unable to
continue to feign disinterest in the argument. "The first trimester is
when miscarriages are most common, Buffy, and all of this,
it's only putting stress on your body. I should've made you stay back in the
temple. Sod that, I should've made Aiden send you right back home."
"You couldn't make me do anything,
Spike," Buffy snapped. "I've got a world to save."
Spike's eyes narrowed. "You're not just
the Slayer anymore. You're a mum now. There's a child growing inside of you
that needs more protection from you than anyone else out here. Don't you get
that? She's weak and she's helpless, and you're the only one who can keep her
safe." Spike spread his hand out over her belly. "That's our baby in there, Buffy�and you're going to kill her."
Buffy opened her mouth to respond, but then
shut it again as she burst into tears.
Spike's anger softened immediately and he
pulled Buffy into his arms, wrapping them tightly around her. "Shh�don't
cry now, kitten. Please sweetling, don't cry."
"I�I don't wanna kill our baby,
Spike," Buffy said, clinging to his black t-shirt.
"I know, princess. I know. I'm sorry I
said that like I did, I'm just�I'm worried about the both of you, is all."
"And you're mad at me, too," Buffy
said, sniffling.
"No, I'm not." Buffy looked up at
him, raising an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, okay, maybe a little because you're
not exactly using your best judgment right now, but it's not really you I'm
cross with. It's those bloody Powers that Fuck with You. We should be planning
our wedding and getting ready for the birth of our first child, not going up
against yet another apocalypse."
"I know. But we'll get to do all that
when we get back home. We'll get through this fight just like all the others,
and then we can have our wedding and our baby," Buffy said softly.
Spike cupped her damp cheeks in his hands,
looking into her eyes. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Slayer."
"I wouldn't expect anything else from
you."
Happy that all seemed to be right with her
sister and brother-in-law-to-be again, Dawn lay down on her pallet and closed
her eyes.

***
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Aiden and Emma returned to the campsite
quietly, careful not to disturb the other three who they knew could already be
asleep. Aiden kept his arm wrapped tightly around her, smiling slightly at the
way Emma so easily welcomed the embrace.
He led her over to the third, currently
unoccupied pallet, stopping beside it. "I have another one in my pack if
you would rather not share this one with me," he said, keeping his voice
down. "I don't mean to presume anything."
"You're not presuming," Emma said.
"I would've been more upset if you hadn't just put down one for us."
"I'm glad for that." Aiden lay
down on the pallet, opening his arms for Emma. She moved into them without
hesitating, nuzzling her face against his warm chest. "Good night, my
little Slayer," he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead.
"Good night," Emma whispered back,
responding to his kiss with one of her own against his collarbone.

***
*** ***
Buffy heard Emma and Aiden return, their
voices too soft for her to completely understand, although their tones made
their warmth towards each other obvious. Seeing Emma take to Aiden so quickly
made Buffy feel even sillier about ever worrying that something could be
happening between the younger Slayer and Spike, since it was clear that Emma
did not have her heart set on stealing Buffy's fianc�.
And Spike� It was as clear, too, as it had
always been, where his interest remained�in her. And now, in
their family as well. He was sleeping behind her, his body pressed
tightly against hers with one hand resting protectively over her belly. She
knew if there was anyone in this world she'd have to consider Spike putting
before her, it was the child growing inside of her
now, not another woman�and that suited Buffy just fine. His concern should be
for their baby.
And so should hers�
Buffy had read that some women had
difficulty accepting that their bodies became in many ways something else
during pregnancy. Suddenly, they were sharing the most personal of space with
someone else, someone growing inside them, seeking nourishment from them. She'd
also read that this led some women to resent their babies, and while Buffy felt
nothing of that sort, it was definitely something she was having a hard time
completely wrapping her head around.
One thing Spike had said in their earlier
argument stuck out in her mind. She wasn't just the Slayer now�she was a
mother. She'd been the Slayer so long that that had been her primary focus, and
she'd pushed her body time and time again in order to fulfill her duties.
Exhaustion and physical pain were things she had lived with on a daily basis,
things she'd come to expect. She'd never thought twice about pushing herself
beyond her own limits because she'd never put herself first. She was the one
girl in the all the world who could fight back against the darkness, and that
meant she had to give everything she could to protect everyone else.
But that wasn't the case anymore. She was no
longer alone as the Slayer�far from it. It wasn't even as it had been before,
with Faith or Kendra sharing the Slayer title. Because that was really, in many
ways, all they'd shared with her�the title. When it had come down to the big
battles, the real sacrifices, it had still landed on Buffy's shoulders. Even
when it had technically been the Chosen Two, she had still been the Chosen One.
She didn't have to carry that burden
anymore. Even if she was in charge of the Slayers, they were now an army. In
the battle in Los Angeles against the forces brought forward by Wolfram and
Hart, Buffy had fought, yes, but she had been the general in charge, not the
lone soldier facing a martyr's challenge. And now, well, her body wasn't hers
alone either, and the one person who did need her protection the most
was growing inside of her, depending on her to take care of herself so she
could take care of her child.
Buffy knew that Spike had been right. She
wasn't taking care of herself, and she shouldn't be out here. She needed to
stop thinking of herself as the only Slayer, as hard as that was going to be.
She knew she'd never be able to step back completely, but she didn't have to
fight every dragon that crossed her path anymore. She had shared her power. It
was time to share her burden.
Her eyes shifted to Emma, the light of the
fire allowing her to just make out the form of the younger woman, her small
body wrapped tightly around the much larger one sharing her sleeping pallet.
Something was different about Emma. She wasn't like the others who had been
Called along with her, and at first, Buffy had perceived it as a threat. But
the more she was around her, the more Buffy realized
it wasn't a threat at all. It was the same sort of feeling Buffy got from
Faith, only less hostile, more comforting. Emma wasn't part of the group like
the other girls. She was an individual�she was a Slayer.
Emma hadn't come to fit in with the others
in the month since she'd arrived in London, instead setting herself apart. She
had seemed on the outside to be the one who would cause the most problems, yet
as Buffy had gotten to know her, she'd seen how strong she was and how quickly
she'd been willing to step up and fight. When that sand demon had gone after
Dawn, Emma hadn't panicked, and she hadn't simply waited for orders as Buffy
had seen many of the other girls do. She hadn't been confused or lost. She'd acted.
She'd done exactly what Buffy herself would've done,
leaping into the fray with her only thought being to protect.
Buffy knew that there had always been many Potentials at any given time, waiting for the current
Slayer to die for their chance at being Called�whether those Potentials knew it
or not. She'd assumed before that it was more or less at random, any one of the
Potentials having just as much of a chance at being the next Slayer than any
other. But as she looked at Emma now, Buffy wondered if maybe that wasn't true
at all. Was there one Potential with more, well, potential? Was being Called as the Slayer less the lottery that Buffy had thought
it to be and even more destiny than she'd previously considered? Was Emma
different from all the other new Slayers because she was the one in all of them
that would have been a Slayer no matter what�the one who had truly been waiting
for Faith's death in order to be Called?
If that were true, then what did that say
about Buffy herself? She'd always seen her Slayer destiny as something thrust
on her, something that had taken her away from the path she should have been
on. She should have had the life of any other girl that had been like the one
she'd been in L.A.
Only looking back, that didn't seem right at
all. She didn't know that girl anymore, didn't even really remember what it had
felt like to be her. But being the Slayer� Sometimes it scared her just how right
that felt, how complete staking a vampire could make her feel. She had never
been meant to be anything but the Slayer. It was who she was just as much as if
she'd been born knowing it. And this place now, where she was, was where she'd
always been meant to be. The path she was on was truly hers.
Her mind wandered to another time, when
she'd stood in her living room and listened as almost everyone she cared about
turned on her, questioned her ability to lead. Anya had told her then that
being the Slayer didn't mean that Buffy was better than anyone else�just
luckier. She'd said Buffy had just happened to be Chosen, not because
she was truly different than anyone else, but because it had just happened that
way by sheer chance. But that wasn't the case at all, was it? She had been
Chosen because she was different. The
others who had been Potentials when she was Called
hadn't become the Slayer because they weren't her. Something inside of
her�whatever it may be�gave her the strength to be a true Slayer where others
would always fall short.
And that was in Emma, too�
Buffy could feel it now, could feel the
connection flowing between her and the other woman. She was truly her sister
Slayer in a way the other girls were not. And it was why Emma was here now, why
she'd been plucked out of the mass of girls and brought to Buffy's attention.
She had changed the course of the other girls' destinies, shared her own power
with them and created an army.
But the power inside of Emma had always been
meant to be Emma's. It was the true power of the Slayer.
"Our power," Buffy whispered.
"You say something, kitten?" Spike
muttered sleepily behind her, rubbing his nose against her hair.
"No," Buffy said, turning in his
arms. "Go back to sleep, baby."
"Love you," Spike murmured as he
drifted off again, the sound of it making Buffy smile.
"I love you, too," she replied,
her own eyes closing, finally allowing herself some
much needed rest.

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