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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy
the Vampire Slayer and this is not for profit. It is the property of Joss
Whedon, Fox studios, Mutant Enemy, and some other people that aren't me. I'm
just writing this because I apparently have nothing better to do�
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A year after saying good bye, Spike finds Buffy again�and discovers
he's been given a gift he'd never thought was possible. (post-"Chosen,"
"Not Fade Away")
Author's Note: This wasn't a story I really planned. I've already
done two post "Not Fade Away" fics, so I've
probably already hit my quota there, but this story hit me in a rush and I sat
down and wrote the whole thing pretty much in one night. I wasn't even sure if
I was going to post it, but then I figured I might as well, since I had taken
the time to write it and all. But it is a one-shot, and it will remain a
one-shot. There will be no continuation and no sequels. If you'd like to see
what I do with a longer Buffy and Spike reunion story read Daylight.
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Newborn

By: Addie Logan

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Come into these arms again

And lay your body down

The rhythm of this trembling heart

Is beating like a drum

It beats for you, it bleeds for you

It knows not how it sounds

For it is the drum of drums

It is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose

That ever deemed to bloom

Cruel winter chilled the bud

And stole my flower too soon

Oh loneliness, Oh hopelessness

To search the ends of time

For there is in all the world

No greater love than mine

Let me be the only one

To keep you from the cold

Now the floor of heaven is laid

The stars are bright as gold

They shine for you, they shine for you

They burn for all to see

Come into these arms again

And set this spirit free

�� "Love Song for a
Vampire," Annie Lennox

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Officially, she had retired. Unofficially,
the night still sang to her, drawing her from the safety of her apartment and
on to the darkened streets in search of those who would prey on the innocent.
She'd long since given up any attempts to turn her back completely on her
Calling, knowing it would never be long until she again yearned for the hunt.
Even with thousands now wearing the title of
"Slayer," Buffy Summers was still the Chosen One.
The night had called to her even more loudly
than usual that evening, her body, her blood, practically humming as she'd
waited for the sun to go down. The sun had barely fallen below the horizon when
she'd set out, her slender fingers wrapped tightly around a stake, the feel of
the wood against her skin so comfortable, so familiar, that she knew it would
always be a part of her. It was something she couldn't walk away from,
something she couldn't forget. Just like the memory of him�
Hours after she'd begun that night, she
continued to patrol the hot Los Angeles streets, searching for something she
couldn't seem to put a name to. More calling to her than the hunt that night,
more driving her than the need to put her own inner demons to rest by
destroying those made of flesh and bone, of blood.
She knew she should go home. She had people
waiting for her there, responsibilities she should be focusing on. But her
restlessness had not abated. If anything, it had grown stronger.
Buffy stopped short, her head cocked
slightly as she listened for something�she wasn't sure what, wasn't even sure
if she'd really heard the noise that had stilled her. A tingle went up her
spine, and her breath caught in her throat. She knew that tingle, had felt it
so many times since that first night, in the alley when she'd seen him and known
her life would never be the same. The tingle said vampire.
But not just any vampire.
Her
vampire.
Buffy shook her head, wanting to scream at
her own mind to stop playing tricks on her. It couldn't be him she felt. He was
gone, nothing but dust at the bottom of a town that no longer existed. He'd
sacrificed himself for her�after giving her a gift that she would never be able
to thank him for.
This had to be another illusion, another
fleeting fantasy. So many times she'd dreamt that he was with her again, giving
her a chance to prove to him that her last words had not been merely ones meant
to give a crumb to a dying man, but the truest she had ever spoken. It had
taken that moment to make her realize how foolish she'd been to hide from what
she felt, to bury her feelings inside and deny them on the basis of a
meaningless definition of "right." It had taken losing him to show
her that what was right was what was in her heart. But her words had
come too late, too many years of her refusal to speak them conditioning him to
believe they could never be the truth, that she could never feel even a
fraction of what he felt for her.
He'd died without ever knowing how deeply
she did love him, how much of her heart he truly had. Out of all her
mistakes, it was her biggest regret, and she couldn't seem to let go, to
convince herself she really never would have the chance to show him she'd meant
her declaration of love. It cut her to the core, drove her to imagine he was
near from time to time, that he was there with her and that she was going to
get her second chance. But he was gone. There would be no time to make it up to
him, and she had to push away this dream, to remind herself yet again that she'd
lost him. Slowly, she closed her eyes, trying to dispel the phantom touch of
his presence.
The tingles didn't go away, even as she told
herself over and over that they couldn't be real. Instead, they grew stronger
until every cell in her body was screaming, her blood pounding through her
veins, pulling her towards�
She froze, a jolt running through her. She
heard footsteps behind her, and she dared not turn around, afraid to look and
have this glorious illusion shattered. The clomp of heavy boots, the rustle of
leather, a familiar scent curling together with cigarette smoke. It was so
real, so tangible she could almost taste it. And then she heard it, two words
that made her heart stop and beat again all at the same time.
"Hello, cutie."

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The shock of seeing her again had almost
paralyzed him. He hadn't been able to believe it at first, even as his every
sense screamed at him that yes, this was her.
It had seemed unreal, a waking dream. She wasn't supposed to be here, not in
L.A. She was supposed to be half a world away, living her new life in Rome. But
there she was, patrolling the L.A. streets as if she did it every night.
At first, he had followed behind her
cautiously, not sure of how to approach her�or even if he should. She was
achingly beautiful, the same girl he'd dreamt about every night for a year, yet
still different somehow. She was fuller, more womanly. Her scent was richer than he'd remembered, beckoning him
to her even more strongly than it ever had before.
Soon, he hadn't been able to stand it any
longer. To be so close to her and then to simply walk away� He'd never be
strong enough for that, no matter what happened between them. He was hers,
completely, and to try to deny that was something he couldn't do.
He'd known the moment she sensed him. Her
body had gone rigid, still except for the steady rise and fall from the breaths
she took and a slight tremble that made him want to shiver right along side
her. His voice had caught in his throat for a beat before he found it again,
and he spoke, echoing the words he had said to her in what felt like lifetimes
ago. For them, perhaps it had been.
"Hello, cutie."
He heard her gasp and he waited patiently
for her to turn around. Slowly, she did, shock and elation warring in her hazel
eyes as she struggled to believe what she was seeing. Finally, she spoke. One
word, questioning, filled with emotion, wrapped with both joy and heartache.
"Spike?"
"Yeah, luv. It's me."
She ran to him then, her fingers grazing his
chest, testing for corporealness before she threw her arms around him, clinging
to him with desperation. Spike wrapped her in his embrace, breathing her scent
in deep.
"You were dead," she whispered,
and Spike could tell from her voice as well as the salty scent of her tears
that she was crying.
"I was, kitten. But I'm back now."
"I�I wished, and I prayed, and I dreamt
every night, but I never thought�" Buffy looked up, her eyes meeting his
before she broke down completely, sobbing against him. "Oh, Spike�"
Spike had never allowed himself to believe
that his death would've affected her as deeply as he was seeing it had now,
that she would've truly carried this much emotion inside of her for him. A lump
formed in his throat as he thought back to her last words to him in the
Hellmouth, and he knew the impossible was real. She'd meant them.
She'd
loved him�
She
loved him still�
"How, Spike?" Buffy asked, her
hands still gripping him desperately. "How are you here? How�how did this
happen?"
"It's a long story, pet. We might
should find a better place for it than an alley, yeah?"
Buffy nodded. "My�my apartment is close
by. We can go there." She swallowed, her eyes darting down for a moment.
"I have some things I have to tell you, too."
So she
had been living in Los Angeles�
Spike wondered how this could be, how she could be here when only a little more
than a week before he'd seen her in Rome, dancing with none other than the
Immortal. And now that he thought about it, her hair looked different that it
had that night, too. It was wavier, not quite as blonde. "All right. Lead
the way."
She gripped his hand tightly as they walked,
as if she were afraid he'd just fade away, exit her life again as quickly as he
had the last time. They said nothing as they entered the building, silence
following them up the elevator and down the hall to her apartment. She fished
her keys from her pocket, opening the door wide and gesturing slightly with her
free hand. "Come in."
Spike gave her a small smile as he passed
the threshold, looking around at her new home with an approving eye. It was
simple but tasteful, just the sort of place he could picture Buffy living.
"Buffy, hey, I was starting to wonder
when�" Dawn came down the hallway, stopping short when she entered the
living room and saw the black-clad man standing beside her sister. "Oh my
god�Spike?"
Spike responded with a small wave. "Hey
there, bit."
"Spike!" This time his name was
said at a pitch he'd only heard Dawn reach as she bounded across the room and
into his arms, squeezing him almost as tightly as her sister had in the alley.
"What�what are you doing here? You�Buffy said you were dead!"
"Still am dead," Spike said with a
crooked grin. "Vampire and all. I'm just�not quite so dusty as I once
was."
"I just found him," Buffy said to
her sister. "When�when I was patrolling. We haven't talked yet, I don't
know�"
"It was the amulet," Spike said.
"Don't know how exactly, but I got myself stuck in it. Someone dug it up,
sent it to Angel at Wolfram and Hart. I spent some time as a ghost�bit of irony
I thought, after dying stopping the big ghosty evil that was the First�and then
I got myself all recorporealized."
"You�you said the amulet got sent to
Angel?" Buffy asked, her hand reaching out to take his, even a momentary
loss of contact too much for her after so many nights without him.
"Have�have you been in L.A. this whole time?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah. I couldn't leave
at first, something about the amulet was keeping me here. And then, well, guess
I got tied up by a few things." He frowned. "What about you? Thought
you were livin' the good life off in Rome."
Buffy shook her head. "No. I've been
here. I wanted to, well, come back home, I suppose. I just�I wanted people to
think I was in Rome. Certain people anyway. There were�reasons. Well, one
reason in particular."
Suddenly, a wail filled the apartment, and
Spike's eyes widened. "Is that a�"
"I'll get him," Dawn offered,
dashing from the room towards the sound of the cries. Spike gaped in shock when
she came back a few moments later, carrying an infant wrapped in a light blue
blanket.
"Hand him to me," Buffy said,
holding her arms out. Dawn gave her the baby and Buffy held him tightly,
patting his back as she bounced him softly against her hip. "Shh�it's all
right, sweetie. Mommy's got you now."
Spike couldn't stop staring, his mouth open,
his brain seeming to stop until Dawn spoke again.
"I'll just, um, leave you guys
alone," Dawn said, knowing her sister would need some time to discuss
things with Spike without her present. They could play their own game of
catch-up later. "I've got�um�homework." She walked to the beginning
of the hallway before stopping and turning back around. "I'm glad you're
back, Spike. I�I really missed you."
"Missed you, too, nibblet," Spike
replied, swallowing.
Dawn gave him a small nod before continuing
down the hall, leaving him alone with Buffy and the baby.
Buffy's
baby, Spike realized. His Buffy had a baby� It hadn't been
that long, really, since he'd seen her last, and already she'd moved on enough
to have a child with another man.
Only when he looked around, he saw nothing
that indicated a man lived there with them. Unless that was merely his own
wishful thinking playing tricks on him.
"I have to feed him," Buffy said, pulling
Spike back to reality. "Do you mind if I, um�"
Spike frowned for a moment before he
realized what she was asking. "No, go right ahead. Do you want me to leave
while you�?"
"No, that's okay." She gave him a
wry grin. "It's not like you haven't seen them before."
Spike chuckled. "No, guess it
isn't."
Buffy carried the baby into the living room
and sat with him on the couch, Spike following her and sat across from them.
He watched as Buffy lifted one side of her
shirt, pulling open a flap on her bra and guiding the infant's head to her
nipple. He latched on hungrily, his tiny hand gripping on to one of Buffy's as
he fed from her. It was a beautiful scene, making his throat catch. Never
before had he thought Buffy had looked so radiant. "What's his name?"
he asked finally after a long silence.
Buffy looked up, her eyes locking with
Spike's. "William. I named him after his father."
It was something so unexpected that Spike
couldn't believe what she seemed to be telling him. But it was there in her
eyes, pleading with him to know it was the truth. "But pet, I can't� How?"
"I�I don't know," Buffy answered
truthfully. "But he has to be yours. There�there hasn't been anyone else
in so long." She looked down again, smiling softly at the child.
"Besides, he has your eyes." She took a deep breath, stroking with
her thumb the tiny hand that was gripping her finger. "I..I thought maybe,
maybe the Powers were letting me have a little bit of you even though they'd
taken you away. He�he'd look at me, and for a moment, it was like you were
still here."
Her heartfelt confession brought tears to
his own eyes, though they didn't fall. He wished that he hadn't been so afraid,
that he'd let himself seek her out despite his fears of the sort of reception
he'd receive. All along she'd been here, in Los Angeles�with his child.
The baby stopped feeding, and Buffy covered
herself again before picking up a white cloth from the coffee table and
slinging it over her shoulder. She propped the baby on to it, patting his back
until he let out a hearty burp. Buffy brought him down then, kissing his
forehead. "There's mama's little boy," she cooed, smiling warmly at
her baby.
"Can�can I hold him?" Spike asked,
his eyes resting firmly on the child.
"Of course," Buffy said.
"Just�mind his head." She reached across the couch, handing her son
carefully to Spike. "There you go, Will. There's your daddy."
Her words went straight to Spike's unbeating
heart, and a wide grin broke over his face as he held his son, the nearly
surreal moment filling him with unparalleled joy. He kept expecting to wake up,
to find himself back in that alley he'd barely managed to fight his way out of
only a few days before. The baby's eyes opened, meeting a pair so much like his
own, and Spike gasped. "He's beautiful, Buffy. God, he's just�" Spike
looked back at her. "We really made him?"
"Yes, Spike. We did."
There weren't words to describe what he
felt. A baby� His baby. After all the
pain and heartache he and Buffy had brought to each other, to have this now
between them was something so amazing he could hardly fathom it. Finally, their
love had been allowed to create something beautiful.
"The Slayer in Italy isn't me,"
Buffy said, catching Spike's attention again. "Well, okay, I guess that's
kinda obvious, since I'm like sitting right here and all, but I've never lived
in Italy. I've never even been to
Italy. She's�she's a decoy."
Spike frowned. "Decoy?"
"Yeah. When I found out I was pregnant,
I was worried�about someone trying to hurt the baby, y'know? And with Angel being
the new head of Evil, Inc., well, I didn't want him to know. If�if he was going
all Angelus again, well�"
"Our child would sound bloody good on
the menu," Spike finished for her.
"Exactly."
"That's quite a good decoy you've got
out there," Spike said. He cleared his throat. "I was in Rome not too
long ago. Saw her dancin'�with the Immortal."
"You were in Rome?" Buffy asked,
frowning. "Why? Were you looking for me?"
"No. Well, sort of. I did try some,
went to your apartment. Or at least what I thought
was your apartment. But Peaches was there, too, and we had this demon head to
pick up, so it didn't really go well. Not that I didn't want to see you, there
were just�things."
"Oh." Buffy bit her lip, thinking
for a moment. "I wasn't ever with the Immortal or anything. Sandra�that's
the decoy Slayer�she might be, I don't know. I�I had met him a few weeks
before�long story�and he agreed to
help with the whole thing. He said if I was planning on screwing with Angelus,
then I could most definitely count him in."
Spike chuckled a little at that.
"Sounds like the old bastard. And Andrew?"
"Also in on the plan. That actually is his apartment."
"So all this time we've both been here
in L.A., living right under each other's noses," Spike said after a
moment, letting it all sink in.
"Looks like."
"Huh." Silence filled the room for
a long while until Spike made a face, pulling back from the baby. "He
smells."
Buffy giggled. "He needs a change. Hand
him back."
Spike didn't hesitate, the poopy diaper
smell more than his heightened senses could handle. "The changing table's
in my room," Buffy said. "Come on, it's down the hall."
Spike followed her, deciding to use the
vampire trait of not needing to breathe to his advantage for once. Buffy brought
William to the table, changing him with ease before hoisting him back up,
covering his chubby cheeks with kisses.
"How much have I missed?"
Buffy turned towards Spike again at his
question, frowning. "Huh?"
"How old is he?"
"Three months."
"I don't want to miss any more,"
Spike said, determination in his voice. "Other than, you know, anything
that involves being out in the sun�"
"I won't make you," Buffy said.
"He's�he's your son, too." She gave Spike a small smile. "And he
won't remember the first three months anyway, so don't worry about it."
"Still, I should've�I should've been
here. When�when he was growing inside of you�when he was born. I should've been
here."
Buffy walked over to him and placed her hand
against his cheek. "You didn't know. You would've been here if you'd
known." She cleared her throat. "Besides, the whole birth thing was
kinda icky, and I tended to be really bitchy when I was pregnant. I might've
staked you."
Spike gave her a crooked grin. "Maybe
it was better for me this way then."
She didn't believe him, but it was a
comforting lie.
William gave a tiny yawn, his blue eyes
closing, and Buffy walked with him over to a rocking chair near the window. She
sang softly as she rocked the infant to sleep, and Spike stood transfixed, unable
to keep his eyes off the scene. They were so beautiful, his family.
His
family� Were they? Would Buffy
welcome him back fully, as her lover? The sharing of a child didn't guarantee
that, even if it did bind them in a way he hadn't been able to imagine before.
She hadn't given him any indication that she still thought of him that
way, hadn't told him she loved him or even given him a kiss. So where did
things lie between them?
Once she was sure William was asleep, Buffy
brought the baby to his crib, placing him inside. She leaned in and kissed him
tenderly before locking the side of the crib in place. Her eyes closed for a
moment and she took a deep breath before she turned to Spike, unsure of what to
say.
It had been a whirlwind of a night, and she
still couldn't quite believe any of it was real. She kept expecting Spike to
fade away, to disappear from her life again. It was too much to believe that
he'd really been given back to her. She told him the truth when she'd told him
she'd wished and prayed for his return. Every breath she'd taken had been a
plea to the Powers to return to her what had been so cruelly snatched away
before she'd even gotten the chance to truly love him�
Suddenly, she couldn't hold back anymore,
the questions and doubts she had no longer mattering. He was here, and that was
all that counted. She ran into his arms, kissing him with a year of denied
passion. Spike moaned at her touch, surprise stalling him for only a moment
before he was wrapping her in his arms, giving back as good as he got.
Soon, she was leading him towards the bed,
her tiny hands were pushing the heavy leather of his duster off his shoulders.
Spike broke away from her lips, gasping. "Kitten�should we be�are you
sure�"
"It's been too long, Spike," Buffy
replied. "I need you. Please� I
need you�" She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. "I love
you."
"Oh god, Buffy. I love you, too, pet. So bloody much."
"Show me," Buffy told him, her
lips curving into a tempting smile.
Spike stepped back and shut the door, remembering
for a moment that Dawn was still in the apartment before his focus went
completely back to Buffy. He lifted her up, shivering at the way she clung to
him as he carried her to the bed.
The one that after tonight, he hoped could
be their bed�
Buffy was illuminated only by the soft glow
from a lamp, making her appear almost ethereal. So many lonely nights he'd
dreamt of this, then woken up cold with the belief it would never happen
gripping his heart. But here she was, laid out and waiting for him.
Spike stopped to sit at the edge of the bed
and remove his boots before he joined her, covering her body with his own. Her
hot lips and hands seemed to be everywhere at once, making him shiver as he
moaned with pleasure. They tore at each other's clothes, removing them in
record time in a desperate need to feel nothing between them, only skin to
skin.
"Oh god, Spike," Buffy whispered beneath him, her fingers moving to his
hair, tangling themselves in the soft platinum curls. "I missed this so
much�missed you."
"Missed you, too, kitten," Spike
replied, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "Never want
to leave you again."
"You won't�I know you won't,"
Buffy breathed against him. "You're the one who doesn't leave."
"I am, pet. Never�never leaving again.
You, me, the baby, Nibblet�we're gonna be a family."
"Yes�yes�oh, Spike�I've wanted this for
so long�wanted you."
At that moment, Spike didn't care anymore if
it was reality or a dream. It was the most wonderful moment he'd ever
experienced, and nothing could change that. "I want to make love to you,
Buffy," he whispered against her ear, his voice thick with emotion.
"Will you let me do that?"
"More than let you�" Buffy gently
tugged on his head until he was looking at her face again, and gave him a
teasing smile. "I'll beg you if I have to."
"Don't have to beg, pet. Nothing in the
world I could want more."
Buffy craned her neck up and captured his
lips again, moaning into his mouth at the glorious taste of him, too long
denied to her. She curled her leg around his, needing him closer, knowing he
could never be close enough. "Spike�need you inside," Buffy panted
before kissing him again, not wanting to lose even a moment of contact with
him.
He pulled back as little as he could and
still speak, his mouth almost touching hers. "Need�need to get your
ready�"
"I am� I've been ready�been
waiting."
Spike kissed her again as he slipped his
hand between their bodies, groaning into her as he felt how slick she was. She
was ready just like she'd told him she was, her wetness coating his fingers,
her body open and willing to let him inside.
She was welcoming him home.
Spike pulled back again, taking hold of one
of her hands and entwining his fingers with hers, squeezing tight. His eyes met
hers as he reached between their bodies with his other hand to grasp his cock,
guiding himself to her entrance. He took a deep breath, filling his otherwise
useless lungs the sweetness of her arousal, the glorious scent beckoning him
forward.
He moved inside of her with a powerful
thrust, their cries rising above their bodies, mingling in the air. She was
even hotter than he remembered, the fire that burned inside her almost
scorching him, bringing warmth to his body, left cold for so long.
Time stilled around them, and Spike could
almost forget he'd been denied this, that he had been forced to lay without her
for so many empty nights. This was where he belonged, where his heart had
always been. "I love you, Buffy," he said again as he moved, sliding
in an out with a steady rhythm.
"Spike, Spike�oh god, I love
you, too. Loved�loved you for so long. Should've�should've said it when you
could've believed me," Buffy replied, her words heavy with the emotions
they held.
"I believe you, kitten," Spike
said, gasping as he pushed inside her again. "I believe you�"
"I kept�I kept thinking about�" A
moan as he thrust just right� "About in the cavern when you said� I
thought you died and never knew� I should've�"
Spike stopped her with a kiss. "No,
pet. Don't�don't think about that now. Just feel, baby. Feel what I'm doing to
you�feel how I love you."
"I do. Oh, Spike, I do. I feel it. I
feel everything�"
They fell silent again, their lips crashing
together. Buffy wrapped her legs around her lover's waist, pulling him closer,
pushing him further until he was almost impossibly deep. Buffy's hands
tightened around his shoulders, her nails digging into his pale skin as if she
needed to keep him there, need to hold on to him lest fate be cruel to her
again and he slip away.
He was filling her, surrounding her, but it
wasn't enough. She needed everything, needed to give to him to what she never
would before. She knew he wouldn't leave her willingly. She'd told him he was
the one who stayed, and she knew it was the truth, but there was still that
twinge of fear that it could all be taken away from her again. She'd lost him
once, had him snatched from her. She needed certainty. She needed solid proof.
She needed�
"Make me yours, Spike."
Spike's rhythm faltered at her words and he pulled
back, his eyes wide as he searched his face for confirmation he'd really heard
what he thought he'd heard. "Buffy?"
"I�I know what I'm asking. Please,
Spike. I want to be yours. Really yours."
Spike groaned, his fangs pushing at his
gums, begging for release. But Buffy couldn't possibly know what she saying,
what she was taunting his demon with. "Pet, don't�"
Buffy tilted her head to the side and pushed
back her hair, exposing the golden skin of her neck to him. "I'm telling
you to claim me, Spike."
It was the most tempting offer he'd ever
gotten. His demon screamed inside of him, struggling to push to the surface and
finally claim the woman he'd been so long denied the ability to make his mate.
"It�it's forever. I�"
"We're forever. I'm not letting
go again. We have each other. We have our son. Please, Spike, let me really be
yours."
He could never deny that request. Even if
Buffy didn't know what she was really asking, he wasn't strong enough to say
no, to stop now and give himself time to explain it all to her with the chance
she would revoke her request. Instead, he sped up his thrusts, plunging into
her harder and harder until she was shaking in orgasm, biting her lip to fight
the scream that was sounding in her mind, escaping from her in strangled moans
and whimpers.
His fangs dropped, his facial bones
rearranging as his eyes changed from blue to feral gold. Buffy's head fell back
and he went in, his fangs slicing into her throat.
Buffy's hand came up to grasp the back of
his head, holding him in place as he took deep pulls of her blood, the taste of
her the most satisfying elixir he'd ever known. She continued to spasm around
his cock, his bite prolonging her orgasm, and Spike pulled back, growling one
word against her neck.
"Mine."
"Yours!" Buffy called out as he
licked the wound closed, feeling a deeper sense of completion than she'd ever
known before.
"Got�got to complete it, Buffy,"
Spike panted, his control slipping as her blood slid down his throat, infusing
him with her power. "Do you know what�"
Buffy stopped his question when she raised
her head, sinking her own teeth into his neck, biting hard and tearing his
skin. She pulled his blood into her mouth without hesitation before moving back
again. "Mine."
"Oh yes, Buffy, yours. Always,
always�yours!" He came with his last cry, his hips bucking, filling her as
she lapped at the mark she'd placed on his neck, bringing them closed.
Spike used what little strength he had to
roll them over, clutching Buffy to his chest. His mind was reeling, the night
seeming both unreal and more real than anything he'd known before. Hours ago,
he'd had nothing and now, Buffy had given him everything he could want�her
body, her love�a child. And now she was his mate.
Buffy was his forever.
"I love you," Buffy murmured
against his chest. "Love you, my mate."
"And I love you, my mate," Spike
replied, his arms tightening around her as they fell asleep together, still
entwined.

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The sun had already risen when Spike awoke,
though the curtains were pulled tight, keeping the harmful rays out. Buffy
slept across from him, her hand curled up beside her face, her mouth slightly
open. At some point during the night, she'd gotten the baby, bringing him into
the bed so he lay between them.
Their child was so tiny, so perfect, and
Spike reached out to him, smiling as William's small hand curled around his
finger. Spike still didn't understand how this happened, how he ever could've
been allowed to take part in creating something as wonderful as this.
A soft breeze seemed to wash over him, a
voice whispering along with it.
"A vampire with a soul�a
Champion�gifted with a new life�"
Spike closed his eyes and leaned forward,
pressing his lips against his son's soft skin and breathing in his fresh, pure
scent.
He was a gift, this new life he'd been
given.

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That's it. Pretty short for me, I know, but
I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback would be lovely.
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