October 31, 2007 9:45 PM
Willow opened the french doors and stepped out onto their patio that overlooked
the garden. She inhaled, letting the multitude of scents wash over her, calming
her confused senses. It was here in this place of tranquility that she found
her well of patience replenished. Ever since her bout into the blackness that
dwelled deep within her, she had never had the patience that she once did, but
surrounded by this beauty and with Tara behind her, she could stand strong against
the negatives that lived in her.
“Jacob is asleep,” Tara said softly behind her. Her footsteps padded across the patio until she stood beside Willow. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, of course…no, I just,” Willow said, her mind unable to focus on the words she wanted to say. She hesitated and looked into the well of her lover’s eyes and breathed deeply. “I was wondering once again if we, if I, did the right thing by bringing Buffy back.”
“Willow, of course we did. I know that things have been rough for her, especially that first year but look at how full her life is now.”
“And she may be losing it by going insane.” Willow retorted. “That first year we knew she wasn’t mentally strong and somehow Spike pulled her out of it but now it seems she is losing the battle.”
“We don’t know anything for sure, Sweetie, and until we do we can’t make judgments.”
“I know,” Willow said as she reached for Tara’s hand. “I just feel that she is my responsibility. She is just so trusting that we’ll always come through and fix everything. And sometimes I wonder if we have borrowed enough time and good luck.”
“I refuse to believe that,” Tara answered as she moved behind her lover and wrapped her arms around her. “Everything is fine, she is going to have a beautiful baby and they are going to live happily every after.”
“Always the optimist.”
“Someone has to be and speaking of babies.”
Willow turned her head slightly, “We were speaking of babies?”
Tara laughed softly, “I was thinking that maybe now would be a good time to start thinking of having another.”
This brought Willow out of her arms as the witch turned to look at her wife. Green eyes searched Tara’s for sincerity, and then she smiled when she realized that Tara was.
“You want another baby?”
Tara nodded. “If you agree then I was also thinking… that this time you carry the child.”
“Me?” Willow squeaked. “Oh, no, I’m not the carrying, well actually, the birthing kind.”
A kiss was placed on the red head’s mouth, and then another one as hands brought her closer to Tara’s body.
“What I was thinking, was that” another kiss, “if you combined your genes with someone who is similar to you then the baby would be a” another kiss, “very intelligent child with a penchant for magic.”
Willow giggled, “Are you saying that Jacob isn’t intelligent?”
Tara pulled her gently back into their bedroom, “Yes, he is but I think that you need to fully experience the magic of motherhood.”
As they fell back onto the bed, Willow raised up on her hands, a large smile dancing on her face, “You know this isn’t going to conceive a baby?”
“Yeah, I know but it might put you in the right mood.”
All else was lost as Willow claimed her lover’s mouth in a passionate agreement that maybe motherhood might not be such a bad proposition.
October 31, 2007 9:47 PM
Two doors closed within seconds of the other and Xander and Anya met in the hallway, relieved smiles on their faces.
“Operation sleeping children successfully done for another night,” Xander said as he raised his hand for Anya to high five.
“And now to the second mission of the night,” Anya said as stepped closer to Xander and her hand wandered along the muscular planes of his chest, “orgasms.”
“Yeah,” Xander’s pulled his more than willing wife against him and let his hands move purposefully down her back to the swell of her bottom, squeezing the softness of her cheeks “sounds like a lovely idea.”
Anya took a short hop so that she could wrap her legs around her husband’s waist while her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to her in a kiss. Their lips began their teasing as Xander carried Anya into their bedroom. From years of practice, he never had to open his eyes and could concentrate on the things Anya could do with kissing and still bring them slowly down onto the bed without breaking lip or hip contact.
As he ground his erection against her, Xander broke away from her mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw.
“Stop, Xander,” Anya said as she went totally limp below him.
“Huh,” Xander mumbled against the spot she liked sucked right below her ear. “What are we stopping for? “He pressed himself against her again. “I’m ready.”
“No, you’re not. Now get off.”
Xander found himself unceremoniously dumped on his back as Anya scooted away.
“What’s up?”
“Well, you’re penis for one but the rest of you is somewhere else. I want total concentration from you for the maximum orgasm experience.”
“And where was I? Besides with her…” Xander realized his mistake and ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, An, I’m just worried about her.”
“I realize this. This is what friends do. So, let’s talk and get it over with so we can pursue more pleasurable things.”
Xander sat up, followed his wife’s example by sitting cross-legged across from her, his hands plucking at their bedspread.
“And I’m more worried about him. Okay, not in a girly way or anything but he is my…”
“Best friend, after me. The first male best friend you’ve had since Jesse. And you don’t want to lose him or do anything that would make you responsible in the event that it would happen like you felt you were with Jesse.”
He laughed softly as once again his wife cut through everything right to what was really bothering him.
“If he loses her, I don’t think he’ll be able to hold it together. And I know how she feels but she is risking everything for this baby.”
“Xander, until males carry the offspring, they will never feel the power that comes from pregnancy; the power of carrying a new life especially if it is created from a very deep love. There is no way Buffy is going to give up that up. And I agree with her. She deserves and has fought very hard to get impregnated. She shouldn’t have to give it up.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to do. I want to fix everything.”
A tear rolled down his face as he felt the total inability to take care of his friends and the fear that he would lose them because of it. Anya wiped the tear away.
“Xan, we can only do what we can.” Her tone was soft and gentle, a state that she could only achieve for him in moments like this or with her children. In the times that called out to the maternal side of her. “We take of what we see needs to be done without stepping on their toes. We’ll start having Eli over one or two afternoons a week after school and letting him spend the night on the weekends to give them a break.”
“Yeah, Spike said she was worse when she was stressed or tired. You sure it’s okay with you?”
“Of course, it may have taken years but I finally feel that she is my friend, too.”
A sly smile crossed the man’s face as he recalled earlier times.
“And of course Spike has always been you’re friend.”
“It’s the demon thing.”
Now a chuckle came from him.
“Yeah, and you had better watch it. Like with what happened with Dawn tonight, could happen to you. Buffy knows exactly what you and Spike were up to in those days.”
“You two were being total asses to us and we were lonely and hurt and God is he hot.” She finished with a different look on her face and Xander laughed louder.
“Oh, yeah, do you still think about him sometimes when I’m making love to you?” Xander asked as he leaned over to kiss her on the shoulder but Anya playfully shoved him back.
“Like you don’t think about Buffy, like the night you came back from the Bronze and were telling me that Spike took nudie photos of her. Got you’re motor going, not that I minded, I got six orgasms out of it but still turnabout is fair play.”
Xander slowly walked his fingers along her thigh, “You know, Baby, if you’re fantasizing about him and I’m fantasizing about her…”
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t we fantasize together?”
Suddenly Xander found himself on his back with his ex-demon on top of him.
“Ravish me you big, bad vampire.”
“Slayer,” he slurred in a really bad English accent as he rolled his giggling wife below him.
October 31, 2007 10:05 PM
Kate leaned against the railing of the crib watching her baby sleep. She gently
stroked his cheek as she whispered her thanks for having him.
“Everything all right?” Rupert asked from the doorway.
“Yes, he’s fine.”
There was a slight hitch to her voice that brought her husband quickly to her side. His hand softly stroked her shoulder then ran down the hair that fell halfway down her back. She sighed under his caresses and leaned against the safety of his body. Here in this room was the majority of her world. The man she thought she would never find and the baby that was a gift that she never expected.
“I’m sorry, darling, I just feel so lucky,” she whispered. “And I hurt so much for Buffy. The poor girl has been through too much already and it’s not fair that she has to bear this.”
“Yes, it doesn’t seem quite fair, does it? That we have been so blessed with Benji and she has to wonder if her child is a demon or worse.”
Rupert’s arm encircled her waist bringing her closer to him and she returned the gesture until she held him tightly against her.
“They look at me like I betrayed them.”
“Do you still feel the same?”
Kate laughed softly, “As a doctor, I still stand behind my advice. It’s the only way we can properly take care of her right now but as a woman, it rips my heart out.”
She began to cry as she looked at her son, so innocent, sleeping on his back and knew that she would make the same choice as Buffy. Sometimes blessings could be disguised as heartache and they could only hope for the best.
“Come on let’s leave him to his sleep. Would you like to go downstairs? I could make us some tea.”
She followed willingly when he took her hand and led her from the room. “Actually Rupert, I want you to make love to me.” When he chuckled and changed directions to their room, she smiled and took one last look at their son, and knew that she wouldn’t rest until she found a way to help a young woman across town that for once deserved a break.
October 31, 2007 10:25 PM
The room was quiet except for the sound of drawers slamming shut as Josh packed
a duffle bag. Dawn stepped from the bathroom, her eyes widening when she saw
her husband, her mouth fluttering open and shut in disbelief.
“Where are you going?”
His eyes closed briefly in the knowledge that he was hurting her. Something he had never done before in all the years he had known her. He had spoiled her and now it was like his feelings and his pride didn’t even matter.
“I’m going to go and stay with Connor and Clem for a few days.”
“A few days? Are you coming back?”
Josh straightened and through the pain, took in his wife’s tears that were beginning to trail down her face, and somehow resolved not to back down on his decision.
“That will depend on you, I guess. I love you, but tonight, it just shook me.”
“I’m sorry, Josh, please don’t leave,” Dawn cried. She rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, almost purring in relief when he held her back. He buried his face in her hair and wept too. “I never meant…”
Suddenly she was alone again as he backed away. “You never mean, Dawn, it’s always someone else that caused it or made you do it. You react and you’ve never learned that you are hurting yourself as much as others. And I hurt too much right now to take care of you.”
“It’s you I love not him.” Dawn said. “No one understands. No one. And I hate it.”
“Hate what? That you couldn’t have him?”
“No, that no one understands why I put him on such a pedestal.”
Josh grabbed his bag and zipped it hurriedly. “I don’t care why, Dawn, not anymore. I know you love me but I need to protect me for awhile.”
“Don’t leave, please, Josh,” Dawn grabbed and held onto his arm. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He turned and left her crying alone and it ripped through his heart like nothing he had ever done before. He knew he would be back, Dawn was all he had ever wanted, but he needed to breathe for a few days and make sure that Josh was still okay.
October 31, 2007 11:15 PM
“Oh, hurry up, Dad,” Raven muttered. Her ear was pressed to the door as she listened to Spike in the bathroom. It took another couple of minutes before he left and moved across the hall. As soon as the door closed behind him, she raced down the hall, and into Sean’s room. Her hand was over her eyes, just in case he wasn’t dressed or something.
“Sean, can I open my eyes?”
He laughed softly at her dancing around in her pajamas and her hand across her face.
“Well, I don’t know. I’m naked but it’s nothing you haven’t seen before?” He joked. Although he had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, he couldn’t help but tease her modesty.
Her hand came down as she giggled, “It wasn’t really nakedness I was worried about.” She moved to crawl across his bed before she plopped down beside him. With a long history of mutual comfortableness they settled close to each other for one of their talks. “Do you think Mum is going to be okay? Eli keeps saying the baby is good but what if the others are right?”
“I’m not going to think of anything but the best.” He paused for a moment then offered with quiet resolve. “Everything is going to be fine. It has to be.”
Raven took his hand in hers and squeezed before pulling it onto her stomach.
“I’m sorry. Tomorrow after school, let’s go rent some movies and we’ll cook dinner.”
“Sounds good, I think anything we do to help out is appreciated. Do you ever feel that sometimes they don’t even notice we’re here? I don’t mean that like that they don’t care but…”
“That they got lost in each other; like they are the only two people who exist in the world.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” Sean nodded his head to accompany his verbal agreement. “It’s hard to watch sometimes.”
“We can only hope that we find love like that.”
For a moment they remained quiet as they reflected on the home that they now found themselves residing in. It was a miracle to them that they had managed to find a home together. Their friendship had stretched over their lives and the time apart had been hard on both of them.
“So, who are you taking to the fall dance?” Raven asked to change the subject.
“I’m not going.”
The girl rolled onto her side so she could gauge her friend’s expression. It was a blank mask that left her clueless as to why.
“And why not? I know of at least ten girls that would love to go with you.”
“And I don’t want to go with them,” Sean answered as he continued to stare at the wall, hoping that she would read between the lines but when she only stared at him, he sighed. “Raven, there is something I need to tell you but I’ve been too afraid to.”
Her hand rested on his arm and stroked it gently.
“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything,” she whispered.
His eyes closed briefly then turned to look at her. “Even if I was gay?”
Her brows furrowed together as she shot up and turned to sit so she was facing him. “What?”
“It’s fairly simple. I’m gay. Homosexual, queer…”
“Yeah, yeah, got the idea, but how long? And why haven’t you told me before.”
“Always, I guess but I really only accepted it in the past few months. And I was afraid you wouldn’t love me anymore.”
That was the crux of it. He was afraid that she wouldn’t be his friend anymore and he couldn’t handle any more loss. If this didn’t work then he had no where to go.
Raven burrowed down into the bed beside him, “I’ll always love
you, Sean, you’re my friend and that’s not going to change. Besides
I suspected.”
He laughed softly, “How?”
“You haven’t made any moves on me since you got here.” Raven pinched him gently, “And face it, I’m hot and you have to be gay not to try with me.”
They both giggled as they settled down in each other’s arms. Their conversation continued late into the night before Raven left and when she finally returned to her room, their friendship was deeper than when she had gone down the hall earlier.
October 31, 2007 11:15 PM
Spike stepped through their bedroom door and for some reason this night he felt
like he had stepped into a new dimension. Nothing was out of the norm, his light
still glowed on his side of the bed, and the two fans continued their droning
noise as they blew air around the room, and his wife lie on the bed. She was
motionless, on her side, her hands tucked beneath her chin while she faced away
from him and a sheet was pulled so that it barely covered her ass leaving her
naked back exposed to his view. He felt his cock tighten in anticipation, it
had learned in the past few days, that any gaze upon her would most likely lead
to him being buried somewhere in her body. Eagerly and quickly, or leisurely
and slow, whatever, wherever there was privacy, and whenever, she wanted him
as voraciously as she was craving certain foods these days.
He removed his clothes and as eager as his body was, his soul was reluctant and his mind unsure of whether or not they wanted to be as close to her as they would have been earlier today. Once he was nude he crawled into his side of the bed, drifting under the sheet, no higher on him than on her, his arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the intricate ironwork on their bed that formed the top. The top that at one point or another had found one of them tied to it and what once was a tightening was now an increasing hardness. He sighed and turned to finally look at her.
“Do you ever long for the days when you were more demon than human?” she whispered as she continued to stare out the window.
“I’ve told you, Pet, that I don’t have any regrets.”
“That wasn’t what I asked. Do you?”
“Sometimes but not very often.”
“Thank you.”
His hand, of its own violation, reached for her but froze in mid-air at her next question.
“Do you ever long for the days when you could act without guilt?”
His hand flopped to the bed only inches from her.
“Why the questions?”
“I know it shouldn’t but I enjoyed hurting Dawn like that.” A momentary pause before she sighed. “I’ve wanted to smack her for a long time. I mean really just smack the shit out of her but it was always the consequences, the knowledge of guilt to come that prevented me.”
“No worry about hurting and alienating you’re sister?” He couldn’t help the sarcasm tinged with slight fear that came through in his voice.
“It’s always the consequences, the guilt that stops us.” She continued as if he hadn’t spoken. Her own voice almost emotionless in its execution. “The feeling deep inside of us that tells us that it is wrong like you’re soul has a voice. The knowledge of guilt that prevented me from staking Angel when I knew I should, the consequences that prevented you from taking my life that night, guilt that kept me from Richard’s bed and guilt that pulled you from her bed. To be able to act without that voice, without the soul must be beautiful in its own way. To be able to take pleasure where you want, to exact vengeance without looking back and to take without worries that must be an addiction that still beckons at you even now.”
“And when you finally find that voice again it eats you from the inside out. Buffy, don’t romanticize evil. Because that is what you are talking about and if you let it tempt you or give into it for even a moment, you’re life will never be the same.”
“And therefore that’s where the guilt comes in, for hurting someone who dared to encroach upon my territory even if only in her mind, what right did she have for even thinking of touching you?”
“It’s more complicated than that, Love.”
“Why is it? She hurt me and I hurt back.”
“Love, it changes everything. And in the end you do love her, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered as she rolled onto her back, her gaze coming to rest on his face, while she lay on his hand that hadn’t moved. “Didn’t say I wanted to be without guilt. Just was curious. Clem got me thinking and I guess as I went through the night it became more.” A smile danced across her face for a moment before retreating. “Yeah, before you ask, I really did want to hurt her but I’ve been angry with her for a while now and we kept tiptoeing around it without really talking about it.”
“Do you feel better now?” He extricated his hand out from under her and propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her.
This time she laughed as a flush covered her face.
”No, I feel like shit for hurting her and that’s why I was asking about the guilt.”
“Good, if you didn’t I’d be calling on some people to find that annoying soul of yours that I love so much.”
Her fingers ran across his face.
“Only my soul or does my body come in there somewhere?”
“Now that you mention it, I think you’re body is definitely loved, especially by my cock.”
She pulled the sheet from him and smiled at his erection, her fingers ran along the length.
“I have a treat for you tonight,” Her eyes returned to his, “well, for your demon, can he come out to play?” When he hesitated, looking at her inquisitively, she asked again. “Please?”
He switched to game face and when she cooed in delight, he smiled and moved closer to her.
“My treat?”
Her hand slipped behind his head and pulled him down toward her neck.
“I asked Kate and she said that you could bite as long as you only take a little.”
“Demon likes treat,” he whispered before he kissed the softness of her neck and as she pressed herself to him, he allowed his fangs to enter the flesh he craved so much.
