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All's Well That Ends Well?

"What do you mean, you have to be honest?" asked Spike, his curiosity peaked.

"It's Willow and the others, they did something to me," Buffy told him.

"If this is another one of her spells, chip or no chip I am gonna kill her," growled Spike.

"I honestly don't know, I was er um snogged by some demon, hakki something or other," she said.

Spike doubled up in his chair, his shoulders shaking with laughter. He wiped away his tears.

"When I see that red, I'm gonna kiss her, this is priceless, I can ask you anything, and you can't lie about it love," he smiled.

"I've already discovered that, please don't tell me it's permanent, that I'll be like Anya forever," she wailed.

"No, it wears off in time, but lying is gonna be a whole lot harder for you, from now on,"

Buffy looked at Spike, a depressed acceptance settled on her.

"You wanted to know the reason for my visit," she reminded him.

"When you're ready," encouraged Spike.

Spike gave her a hard look. Buffy struggled to stop the words, issuing themselves from her lips.

"Okay, I wanted to make love to you, I want you Spike, I've always wanted you," she sighed sadly.

"Since when?" he asked.

Buffy scrunched up her lips.

"Since the first night at the bronze," she admitted.

"I know what you mean, I stalked you that night, watching you dance, I was mesmerised by you, but I was with Dru at the time, I am a one woman man Buffy," he told her.

"I know," she said quietly.

"So you want to make love, I am more that willing to help you with that, but its not enough Buffy, I need more,"

She walked over to where he sat and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in her own. She stroked across their surface with her thumbs. Spike noticed the gold wedding band still placed on her finger, he touched it.

"You didn't take your rings off, I never noticed before, if you don't love me any more, why wear them?" He asked.

"You know why, because I would rather die, then part with them," she said still trying to edge away from the question.

Spike smiled, biting the bullet he asked the million-dollar question.

"Do you love me Buffy?" he asked, terrified of the answer, but needing to know, as if his whole un-life hinged on it.

"I love you so much, that I don't know where I begin, and you end anymore," she smiled through her tears.

Spike was moved by her admission, there was no spell, this was real, but for him it had always been real, it had taken Willow's will spell for him to realise that. Even harmony had been nothing but a Buffy substitute. It was the answer he had been waiting to hear, he swept her up in his arms, he leaned in to kiss her, his lips almost touching hers, he pulled back, his ears pricking up almost visibly, a look of concentration on his face.

"What is it?" she asked

"Sshhh!" he replied.

"Oh great! I tell you I love you and you tell me to shut up," she pouted, pulling out of his embrace.

"Buffy!" he growled.

"Fine! I'll just be going then," she snapped.

"Don't you bloody dare!" he grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder.

"Spike! The cave man act is starting to wear a bit thin," she said, punching him hard on the back.

Spike ignored her protests and started down the ladder with her, to the lower level.

"Stop squirming about, or we'll both take a tumble," he warned.

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggled.

Spike carefully descended the ladder; he carried Buffy over to the huge bed and dumped her on it.

"Lie down," he ordered.

"What ever happened to foreplay?" she asked mockingly.

"Please just humour me on this one okay?" he pleaded.

Buffy sighed and lay down on the bed. Spike knelt by her side, on the floor. He lifted up the edge of her top and unbuttoned her jeans. His cold fingers brushed against her bare stomach, she shivered responsively.

"That's more like it," she sighed in contentment as he lowered his head.

Spike lowered his head, placing an ear against her stomach, Buffy waited for him to move, minutes passed, she started getting impatient.

"Spike, what are you doing, this is the worst foreplay ever, if you carry on much longer, I shall fall asleep," she complained huffily.

"If you must know, I am listening to our son or daughter," he replied gruffly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.

"Upstairs when we were talking, I thought I could hear another heartbeat besides, yours," he said, lifting his head to look at her.

"This means then?" she asked.

"Our child has a soul, I know it's been worrying you, I always could read you like a book, except when it came to me," he said.

Buffy's face crumpled as the tears started to fall fast, unheeded down her cheeks.

"So does this mean you don't mind the being impregnated by demon seed anymore?" he asked.

"How'd you know I said that, I didn't mean it at the time, it was just the shock talking," Buffy replied.

"How do you really feel about the baby Buffy?" asked Spike.

"I love him or her, as much as I love you, it's part of you Spike, I wish you could know the experience of carrying a part of your lover inside of you, knowing you have created another person from that love, it's breathtaking," she admitted.

Spike moved up the bed, coming to rest alongside Buffy, he took her into his arms. He rested his chin on her soft hair.

"I am liking this honesty thing, why didn't Willow think of it sooner?" he asked.

"Guess she didn't figure on me being such a stubborn ass, I really am an ass, aren't I Spike?" she asked.

"I am not saying anything for fear of a severe beating," He grinned.

"I nearly threw away the best thing that ever happened to me, because of foolish pride, I've missed this," she sighed contentedly.

"Missed what?"

"The snuggling," she smiled

"Anything else? You only have to say the words Buffy," he prompted.

"Okay, but I would've thought it was wicked obvious, make love to me Spike, now before I die of the depravation, I need you now," she begged.

"A fellow don't need asking twice, oh ,but this is the second time you've asked me!" he grinned, kissing her parted lips.

"Now it's your turn to shut up, I am gonna have you so many times, you won't be able to walk for a week," she said forcefully, she flipped him over onto his back.

"Hey that's supposed to be my line, but hearing you talk dirty, I like it; say something else," said Spike.

Buffy leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Ooh slayer, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he purred.

He opened his mouth to say more, but Buffy's lips silenced him with a kiss, . "Actions speak louder than words my love," she whispered, before nibbling at his lobe.

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Joyce sat around the dining room table with Giles and Willow, Anya and Xander. She was frowning, anxiety etched on her features.

"It's been two days Rupert, I'm starting to get worried, I know she's a married woman now, but she's still my little girl," said Joyce.

"Yes I must admit, it's been a while," he replied.

Giles looked at the others seated around the table, he took off his glasses and threw them on its surface.

"Do you think we should send out a search party?" he asked the assembled group.

"Hadn't we better wait for Buffy to come to us?" Asked Willow.

"I think it's so sweet, Spike making a home for them, even if it is in the graveyard, why don't you ever do anything like that for me Xander?" Anya complained.

"We've already discussed this, why do you have to bring our personal issues out in the open all the time?" said Xander.

"You're ashamed of me, I can tell, that's why you keep me hidden away in that smelly basement, Spike thinks Buffy is special enough, to get them their own place," she whined.

Xander held up his hands in despair.

"I give up, I just can't win can I?" he appealed to the others.

Anya's face grew red; she opened her mouth to reply. She was silenced by the couple who burst through the front door, both of them laughing like a pair of kids.

"Hi guys, what with all the sad faces?" asked Buffy.

"Well we have been worrying about you, no word since you left here two nights ago, I've been out of my mind with worry," said her mother.

"Sorry mom, I didn't think, Spike and I have been busy kissing and making up," Buffy grinned.

"Oh so you didn't have any sex then?" asked Anya.

Buffy flushed bright red.

"We did actually, been doing it like bunnies for nearly 48 hours. Oh my God, I am cursed!" said Buffy slapping a hand over her mouth.

Spike frowned. He looked over at Xander.

"I think I finally understand what you go through mate," said Spike with heavy sympathy.

"Bunnies? Ewwww! Why would you want to do it like bunnies, they are evil nasty little creatures," Said Anya.

"So have you sorted things out between you two?" You know that spell I cast, it wasn't a love spell, that all came from you two, it just brought out your hidden desires," said Willow.

"Yes, she loved me all along, she was afraid the feelings weren't real because of the said spell; thanks for the kissy demon, by the way," said Spike gratefully, he walked over to Willow and gave her a quick kiss.

"Hey I helped too," protested Xander.

"You want Spike to kiss you too? You're not becoming gay are you Xander?" Anya asked him.

Xander eyes rolled heavenward.

"No! I was just thinking a little modicum of gratitude may have been in order, that's all, well never mind" Xander shrugged.

Xander got up from his chair and walked over to Spike, he held out his hand. Spike stared at it for a moment, before firmly taking it in his own.

"No hard feelings Spike? I guess that's my way of saying sorry; I haven't always been fair to you, but I am willing to give you a chance, you seem to be pretty good for Buffy, her happiness is important to me," said Xander.

Spike swallowed hard. He felt like he was finally being accepted, into a real family and it felt good.

"Thanks," he replied gruffly.

Buffy hugged Xander, and moved on to her husband, wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him in for a kiss. Buffy's hand worked it's way under his shirt, she ran her fingers over his tight stomach, her other hand crept into his hair, ruffling it.

"Ahem!" coughed Giles.

The couple broke apart.

"Sorry kinda got caught up in the moment," Buffy flushed.

"Thought that was the whole reason, you got your own place, so there would be no more of this get a roominess," said Xander.

"Thank you Xander," smiled Buffy.

"For what?" he asked puzzled

"For reminding me, that there's a perfectly good bed going to waste, come on Spike you can help me PACK, my clothes," she said pulling at his red shirt.

"Never heard it called that before love, but I am more than willing to help you with the packing," he grinned.

"Oh, I don't really want to pack, we haven't had sex for half an hour, it's killing me," her eyes rolled as her wayward tongue let her down again.

Xander gave Spike a pitying look, they both looked at each other in total empathy.

"Come on Mrs Lovejoy, let's get started with that packing," he said, leading her in the direction of the stairs.

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Buffy and Spike lay together on her bed, Buffy crushed Spike to her.

"Careful there Buff, a couple of broken ribs won't enhance any future performance," he groaned.

"I just wanted to make sure you were real, this is like a dream, I never want to wake from," she said.

"Suppose we ought to get on and do some real packing," he said regretfully.

"Thank you," she said.

"What for? For being devilishly sexy and muscular and the stamina of ten men?" he asked.

She elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"Ow! What was that for?" he said.

"Stop ruining the moment, I was about to thank you for making a home for us, I really love it, it's gonna be so great, a place of our own, I hope mom will be okay on her own," said Buffy.

"Well she's only a ten minute walk away," he reminded her.

Buffy smiled in complete happiness, her tummy rumbled in the silence.

"Oops, I am starving, I am gonna go down and get something to eat, you want something?" she asked.

"Sure pet, all this 'packing' has given me an appetite," Spike leered.

"I think the pregnancy cravings are starting to kick in, I could murder some", she stopped mid sentence, slightly horrified.

"What is it love?" he asked, seeing her expression.

"Nothing, forget I spoke," she said hastily exiting the room.

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Buffy had been gone nearly twenty minutes, Spike sat up in bed, he swung his legs over the side and reached for his discarded jeans, picking them off the bedroom floor. He put them on and headed downstairs. Giles and Joyce were seated together on the sofa, Giles had his arm around Joyce, seeing Spike, he quickly removed it, but not quickly enough. Spike smiled, but decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Missing a bride here, anyone seen her?" he asked the couple.

"Buffy disappeared in the kitchen awhile ago now, thought she was just taking her time, she's not the best chef in the world," Joyce told Spike.

"Suits me fine as most of what I eat only requires a microwave," he replied.

He turned and entered the kitchen; Buffy's blond head was almost totally concealed as she was bent forward into the fridge.

"What you doing love?" he asked.

Buffy didn't answer.

"Buffy?" he said

She slowly raised her head from behind the fridge door. Spike's eyes widened in shock.

"Bleedin' hell!" he exclaimed.

Giles and Joyce heard Spike's expletives from the lounge; they sprang off the couch and joined the pair in the kitchen.

"What is it? Asked Joyce anxiously. Looking from her son-in-law to her daughter, she gasped as she took in Buffy's appearance.

"Buffy! Said her mother.

Buffy flushed almost as red as the blood that dripped down her chin, onto the whiteness of her robe.

"Busted," she said sheepishly.