Title: Come Back To Me Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I don't own it Summary: Once again. I'm writing about Spike leaving Buffy, but this is a different approach...I think. Part Four... "They're just standing out there," Xander said, peering through the living room drapes. "Why are they doing that?" Willow hit the mute button on the remote. "I expect they want to be alone," she said. Dawn crept up behind Xander and poked him in the side. "Stop peeping, Tom, or I'll tell Anya about your secret stash of Playboy magazines." Before Xander could reply, Anya walked in with a bowl of popcorn. "Those aren't his," she said brightly. "They're mine." Everyone stopped and stared. "What?" she asked defensively. "What did I say?" Willow cleared her throat. "You have a secret stash of Playboy?" When Anya nodded, Willow said, "That's a men's magazine. I know I like it, but..." "No, no," Anya said. "I'm not interested in the naked women. Good heavens, all I have to do is look in the mirror if I want to see a naked woman. Or, at you and Tara at the gym for that matter..." Xander cleared his throat, tugging on his shirt collar. "Is it hot in here?" "I read it for the sex advice," Anya continued. "For instance, did you know that there's nine different ways for a man to position his...." "ANYA" Willow shouted her down, glancing at Dawn. "Can I have some of that popcorn?" "Sure." Anya offered the bowl as Xander flopped down on the couch next to her. Willow turned up the sound again, and they all sat and pretended to watch the movie. Ten minutes crawled by, and the front door finally opened. Five heads turned at the same time and five voices called "SPIKE!" as cheerfully as though he was their oldest and dearest friend who hadn't been seen around in ages. He watched them warily. "Evening," he said, with a half wave. Buffy was absolutely glowing with happiness, Willow noted. Just the way an expectant mother should be. She towed Spike across the room and turned off the television, then began to reel off her various news bulletins. Dawn was the only one legitimately shocked by any of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An hour later, Buffy closed the door behind Xander and Anya, then turned to Spike. "It's getting late," she said, casting her eyes up the stairs. "So it is," he said, then pointed one finger at Dawn, snoring on the sofa. "Can you handle her?" he asked. "I wanted to talk to Red for a minute." "Mm-hmm," she said, kissing him lightly. "Just don't take too long." He watched as she roused the sleeping teenager and guided her up the stairs, with Dawn mumbling protests that she wasn't tired and didn't want to go to bed yet. Spike picked up two empty glasses and the popcorn bowl and took them into the kitchen, watching from the doorway as Willow wiped up the counters. "Thanks," she smiled, taking the dirty dishes from him and placing them in the sink. Spike folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. "You were really there, weren't you?" She gave him an innocent look. "Really where?" she asked. He shook his head. "Come on, Red. Don't play games. Somehow...you came to my hotel room in Washington, to tell me about Buffy. About why I had to come home." Willow just smiled. "I haven't been out of Sunnydale in ages," she informed him. "And I've never been to Washington at all. Though I've always wanted to go there. See the great Pacific Northwest." Spike looked her in the eye. "How did you know I meant the state of Washington, and not D.C.?" he asked, lifting one eyebrow. But Willow wasn't as easily flustered these days. "Well, you couldn't have gotten back from DC so quickly," she explained. "You must have really been speeding as it was to get back as fast as you did." Spike nodded. "I definitely broke some laws," he admitted. "Good thing you didn't get stopped." "Willow..." He sighed, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," he said. "You were right...I wouldn't have wanted to miss it." Her cheeks reddened. "I told you...I haven't been out of..." "I know, I know," he said, turning to leave. "Good- night." "Goodnight," she replied. Before the kitchen door swung shut behind him, he said, "Oh, by the way...that's a nice shade of lipstick you're wearing." He winked at her, then went upstairs to Buffy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He opened the door quietly, and saw that she was in bed, waiting for him. Completely naked, with the sheet strategically draped over the proper places. His body responded instantly, and he began to unbutton his shirt. When it was completely undone, he kicked off his shoes and crossed the room to the bed. "You sleepy, kitten?" he asked, sitting beside her. "Mmmm, a little," she admitted. "I haven't been sleeping all that great lately. Missing you, ya know." "Me either," he said, stroking her hair. "You should go ahead and get some sleep, luv. You and the baby need it." "Are you crazy?" she asked him, grabbing his hand and pulling him down. "Do you have any idea what kind of a tizzy a pregnant lady's hormones can get into when she's not being properly attended to by her man?" "Tell me," he urged her. "Oh, it's...positively dangerous," she whispered, nuzzling his ear and tracing her tongue along his jaw. "People have been known to...flee in terror." "Is that a fact?" he murmured, stroking the soft skin of her upper arm. "Well, your man is home now...and he's more than ready to attend to your needs, darling." She shook her head. "But he's wearing too much clothing," she scolded. "I like it better when he's completely naked.." Her voice dropped in tone. "All...over..." she whispered. Buffy sat up and eased his shirt off, then reached for the buckle of his belt. As she worked at it, he kept distracting her by fondling her bare breasts and rubbing her still flat tummy. "Hmm," he said thoughtfully. She glanced at him. "What?" "I just can't get over the fact that there's someone else inside of you...besides me, that is." His zipper slid down easily, helped along by her fingers and the pressure his erection was placing on it. Buffy shoved his pants down around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, kicking them away. As she scooted back in the bed towards the headboard, he slowly crawled up over her, the lowered his head to capture her mouth in a wet, penetrating kiss. Buffy moaned softly in her throat, and her hands came up to frame his face as she returned his kiss in full measure, sliding her tongue between his parted lips. Without breaking their contact, she sent her hands down his sides, finding hard muscle and smooth skin. Placing one hand on his rear, she wrapped the fingers of the other one lightly around his cock, feeling it jerk in her hands. "Harder," he rasped. "Squeeze it." Buffy obeyed, squeezing firmly and rubbing her thumb against the head, smearing the drops of clear fluid oozing out of him. "Ah, god.." he said, lowering his head to her throat, probing it's soft hollow with his tongue. He'd nearly forgotten how delicious those little hands of hers were, and he couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to think he could live without the feel of them on his body. Loosening her fingers slightly, she began sliding her hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then faster. Spike's head jerked up as he arched his back. "Yes, baby...that's it. Touch me...play with me..." Her hand moved down and fondled the heavy mass of his scrotum, feeling them move in her fingers. "Spread your legs a little more," he instructed. "Now, raise your knees." When he had her in the position he desired, he moved down and applied his tongue to her cleft. Buffy's breathing escalated when she felt him probing inside of her, thrusting his tongue in deeply, then almost all the way out. "Mmmm," he moaned, kissing her inner thigh. "There's that taste I love. That sweet cream I can't get enough of." His tongue began to flick rapidly back and forth across her clit, and he then licked up all the wetness that trickled out of her. Buffy lifted her hips, crying out her love and her pleasure to him. "Spike...yes, baby. That's good...so good..." He sat up suddenly, grabbing her hands and pulling her up along with him. They knelt together in the bed, their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they fell into another earth shaking kiss. Spike reached down and pushed his cock between her thighs, sliding it back and forth, coating it in her slick fluid. He placed his hands on her bottom and lifted her enough to position himself and push inside of her, sheathing his hardness in her soft, wet heat. Buffy gasped at the feel of his invasion, and began to moan when he started to pump his hips up and down, bouncing her on his lap. She wrapped her legs around him, and felt him lift her a little higher, until her breasts were level with his hungry mouth. Extending his tongue, the touched the very tip of one nipple with it, then drew wet circles around it before he took it into his mouth and began to suckle her. Soon, his baby would be here, taking its nourishment from the place that gave him so much pleasure. He just hoped the baby would be willing to share. Moving his mouth to her other breast, he gave it the same lavish treatment. Buffy's head dropped back, and she stared sightlessly at the ceiling. The sensations of him pushing his cock in and pulling it out, along with the hard sucking of her nipples, was almost more than she could bear. She ground herself down on him, wiggling her hips, and eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from him, the sound vibrating against her sensitive nipple. "Oh, god...yes..yes.." she panted. "Suck harder...yeah...like that..." Every pull at her breast made her womb con- tract, and every thrust of his cock rubbed her clit in just the right spot. "Faster," she whined, "fuck me faster...unh.. yes..yes.." Without losing their connection, he somehow got her back down on the mattress. Her legs stayed wrapped tightly around his waist, as he began to pound into her with everything he had, doing it for her. Buffy dug her nails into the churning muscle of his ass, and began to whisper in his ear. "Yes, baby...that's so good...do it...do it...ohhh...I'm so close...Spike...I'm so close..." "Gonna come?" he choked out. "Zat what you want...?" "Yeah...yeah, that's it...make me come...oh, please...I gotta come...I gotta..." "I'll make you come," he grunted, pouring it on, grinding and thrusting, pumping her life a machine. "Make you see stars..make my girl come..yeah.." Bracing his weight on one arm, he sent his free hand down between them to find and play with her clit. Buffy arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and Spike took immediate advantage, lowering his head again and clamping his mouth firmly around her nipple. He sucked hard three times, and on the third one, Buffy's body reached its limit. With a loud cry she tried to muffle with her hand, she came, twisting and writhing beneath him. The tightening of her pussy stimulated his shaft even more, and he began the fast, deep thrusts that would bring him off. He felt that it was ready. Pulsing and throbbing inside of him, ready to be ejected from his body and into hers. "Fuck...Buffy...I'm gonna come, baby...gonna come in you...your tight little pussy...gonna fill it up...gonna shoot it all in...unh..unh..." Burying his face in the pillow beneath her head, he released himself, his cock twitching and spurting inside of her, every drop splashing the tender heat of her passage, cooling her. His body was a tautly drawn bow, freezing for an instant, then slowly relaxing until he collapsed in her arms. Buffy stroked and caressed him, whispering to him just how much she loved him, would always love him and only him. Spike was incapable of answering her just then, but she didn't seem to mind. She was perfectly happy to let this moment be all for him. They stayed that way for a while, content just to be. When he finally came back to himself, he pulled away and looked at her, concerned. "You don't think that would hurt the baby, do you?" he asked. Boffy smiled, smoothing his hair back. "No. Baby's way too small right now. He's only just beginning to grow." "He?" Spike teased. "Or she," Buffy amended. "Or them!" he added, grinning. "Maybe it's twins." She groaned. "Don't say that. Let me have one to practice on before you start planning the next one." With a sticky slide, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Buffy turned on her side and threw her arm across his chest, and one leg over his. They stayed that way, each of them lost in their own imagining of the future as they succumbed to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You know," Tara said, snuggling up to Willow. "We might have to move out of here sooner than we'd planned." "Why?" Willow asked. "The baby won't be here for months. We have plenty of time." "Because if THAT," Tara pointed her thumb at the wall between their bedroom and Buffy's, "is going to go on every night, we're never gonna get any sleep." Moving into Tara's arms, Willow shrugged. "Well...you know the old saying; If you can't drown them out...join right in...oh..wait a second...that didn't come right at all, did it?" The End Feedback me...feels so good!