The morning after.

Chapter 10

Spike laid back down beside Buffy. She was still asleep, her naked form only covered by the thin cotton of a white sheet. Spike had slipped from the bed moments before and dressed in silence, not wanting to wake her. She looked so peaceful that he hated to wake her. But it didn’t seem right to just slip out of the house without even saying goodbye.

He tentatively reached a hand out, stroking her face lovingly and watching as she started to stir. He heard her mumble something incoherent before her eyes started to slowly open.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she replied shyly.

“I should go…the sun will be up soon.”

Buffy glanced past Spike and out her window to see that the sky was starting to slightly lighten.

“I’ll walk you out.” She smiled, wrapping the sheet around her small frame as she slid from the bed. Buffy trailed behind Spike as they walked down the stairs and towards the front door, stopping when Spike turned around to face her.

Spike didn’t know what to say. He’d just had the most amazing night of his life. He’d made love to the woman of his dreams, brought her screaming in release… twice. She’d let him feed off of her and then he’d held her while she slept.

It didn’t get more perfect than that.

He couldn’t stop himself from brining his hand to the bite mark he’d left on her neck, his fingers trailed across her skin. Buffy’s eyes fluttered closed as she brought her hand up to cover his, their eyes met.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“For what?” Spike asked, slightly confused.

“For last night. For helping save the world,” Buffy smiled. “My mom said that you would show me the respect and dignity I deserved… and I’m so thankful she was right.”

Spike smiled softly, moving his hand from her neck and cupping her check. He didn’t know what to say.They say actions speak louder than words, so he leaned forward and kissed her.

The kiss was light and tender, neither making a move to deepen it. He kissed her cheek before moving back, watching as her eyes fluttered open.

Without saying a word, he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. As soon as the night air hit, Spike took a deep and unnecessary breath. He needed to put some distance between them before he did something stupid, like running back inside and carrying her back upstairs so he could have his way with her. He glanced over his shoulder one last time, catching a brief glimpse of his golden goddess.

The white sheet wrapped around her left little to the imagination. Her hair was a tousled mess of golden curls, un-brushed and untamed and yet, to him, she had never looked more beautiful than she did right then. He sent her a smile before turning around and heading for the cemetery.

With a sigh, Buffy watched him disappear. Closing the door, she leanedher head against the cool wood before taking in a much needed deep breath. Last night’s events were playing over and over in her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever been so hot, so turned on by one single touch. Just one look from Spike and she’d come undone. She’d never came so hard or yelled so loud in her life.

It was exhilarating.

Spike had treated her with respect, touched her as if she was precious and looked at her like she was a goddess. His goddess.

Buffy felt dizzy at the memory of their lovemaking, the look on his face, and the lust in his eyes.

It had never felt so right as it did with him last night. They had fit together perfectly, it was as if they were made of each other. Her body had responded to him in ways Buffy never knew it could. She didn’t know it could be so good, his lips on her nipple, his hands on her pussy and the feel of his cock pounding into her.

Buffy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the memories as she felt moisture pool between her thighs. She pushed away from the door and headed up stairs…She was in desperate need of a very cold shower.
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Buffy sat across from Giles, completely silent. He had arrived at her house only an hour after Spike had left and had yet to say anything other than “Hello.”

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to act as normal as possible. Giles was like a father to her and there was absolutely no way she was giving him the intimate details of her and Spike’s encounter.

“So Giles… why are you here so early?” Buffy asked, standing up from her seat and making her way towards the kitchen. She could hear his footsteps following closely behind her as she moved to open the fridge, taking out a carton of OJ and placing it onto the counter.

“I just wanted to have a word.”

Buffy nodded, motioning for Giles to continue.“Juice?” she offered.

“Uh… No thank you.”

Smiling, Buffy took a clean glass off the sink counter and poured herself a tall glass of juice. “What did you want to talk about?” Buffy asked, taking a few large gulps of juice.

“How was last night? Did everything go… smoothly?”

Placing the now empty glass on the sink, she nodded, picking up the juice carton and putting it back in the fridge. “It went fine. Spike was well behaved… a perfect gentleman actually.” Buffy let out a laugh. “I think it worked, just afterwards…there was this weird glowing in my stomach and killer pain but it passed pretty quickly.” She smiled, before motioning for Giles to follow her back into the lounge room and taking a seat.

“I’m so sorry,” Giles sighed. “I…I had no idea that would happen.” He took a he sat on the table in front of her.

“It’s fine,” Buffy shrugged. “As I said, it was over pretty quick.”

Nodding, Giles took a deep breath and prepared himself, unsure of how Buffy was going to react to his news.

“There is one problem…”

Buffy’s head shot up, confusion written on her face as her eyes met his. “What? What problem?”



Looking down at his hands, Giles felt his stomach twist under her gaze.

“It seems…and please, I don’t want you to panic-”

“It’s a little too late Giles!”

“I was going over the prophecy last night. I wanted to know as much about it as I could in case you had any questions…”

“Get to the point Giles!” Buffy snapped, watching as Giles took his glasses off, wiping them with the edges of his shirt.

“I may have translated a part of the prophecy wrong…” His words came out in a hushed whisper as he slipped his glasses back on.

“You WHAT ?” Buffy yelled, standing from her chair and beginning to pace. “How could you translate it wrong?” She demanded, spinning around to face him.

“The prophecy was written in six different languages, some of which haven’t been used in centuries… T-translating it wasn’t easy and the truth is I was quite focused on finding a loop hole. I may have rushed the translation.” He admitted hesitantly.

Buffy stopped pacing, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm herself.

“Okay. That’s okay…” She took another deep breath. “So, what did you translate wrong?” She said trying to remain calm and watching as Giles beganto pace in front of her.

“It seems that the power that I thought was to be copied and transferred to you, from Spike, will actually be transferred to someone else, along with a copy of your own powers.”

“Oh…Well, that’s okay,” Buffy sighed in relief. “So someone else gets the power boost and saves the world? No problem.” She said, smiling.

Buffy felt relived. Giles had scared her. She was positive he was going to tell her something major and life-altering that would affect her for the rest of her life. Buffy was sure that it would be major and life-altering for whoever would be getting hers and Spike’s powers but she would help them adjust.

“Do we know who the person is?” Taking a seat again in front of Giles, she waited for his response.

“I have a pretty good idea.”

“Care to share?”

“Um… a child.”

“A kid huh? So I’m guessing this major apocalypse is just around the corner?”

“No it seems to be some years off yet.”

“Well good. It will give us time to find the kid, help train him or her…”
Giles looked down again, ashamed, this was all his fault. How could he possibly tell her?

“That’s not all is it?” Buffy asked, waiting for his answer.

“I’m afraid not… The reason there had to be a sexual act for the transfer to be successful is because…” Giles took a deep and shaky breath. “The child mentioned in the prophecy hasn’t been born yet, but if you and Spike were… intimate last night, then the child has been conceived…”

He knew he was dancing around the issue, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tell her out right.

Buffy’s face was twisted with confusion. Giles watched as the look of confusion was replaced with realization when she immediately shot out of her chair and began to pace.

“No it’s… it’s not possible. I mean vampires can’t have children!” Buffy all but yelled.

“That’s why it had to be on that particular night. The alignment of the stars only happens every ten thousand years and allows for the conception to happen.”

“Well they’re out of luck this time,” Buffy nervously laughed. “I mean…I’m not pregnant. I c-can’t be. I’m on the pill.” She knew it was stupid;there was no way a simple pill was going to stop a supernatural prophecy from completing itself. Theer was no way to get past it. She was grasping at straws.

“Buffy, they found a way for a vampire to get a slayer pregnant… Even without the aid of ancient prophecy, contraceptives fail every day”.”

Dropping back down onto her chair in defeat, Buffy met Giles eyes.

“I can’t have a baby. I killed my gold fish! How am I suppose to look after a baby?” Buffy asked, tears forming in her eyes.

Giles reached out to touch her shoulder only to have her jerk away from his touch as if he had burnt her. Buffy stood from her seat again, her gaze glaring at his.

“No I’m not… I am not pregnant.”

Giles stood, taking a step towards Buffy, his mouth opened as if to say something but she was quick to cut him off.

“I’m not!” Buffy snapped, before heading to the front door and grabbing her coat off the rack. Without looking behind her, Buffy walked out the door, leaving a stunned and very saddened Giles behind her.