Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, blah, blah. Just don't sue me, k?

Author's Notes: This story is a little odd, but I think you may actually like it. It starts out in 2003, but backtracks to 2002, right after Older and Far Away.

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Chapter 1

2003

Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back against the kitchen counter, gently shifting the soft weight in her arms. She maneuvered with one arm to hit the buttons on the microwave, then hit START. She looked down at the baby in her arms.

"Where's your daddy, huh?" She asked the one-year-old softly, "Can we say, apocalypse? Hm?" Buffy placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's soft blond curls, "You're first word will come soon, I promise."

As the microwave beeped, she could hear the front door open and close, and a muffled 'Bloody Hell!!' as a small crash came from the living room.

"Let's just hope you don't take after your father in the speaking department." Buffy murmured, coaxing the bottle into the baby's mouth. A moment later, a bleached blond head poked around the doorway.

"Did I wake you two up?"

"Nope, Cassie beat you to the waking up."

Spike smiled and dropped a kiss on Buffy's forehead, "How about this. Next time, you can go save the world from the baddies, and I'll go on baby patrol."

"Sounds fun to me." Buffy chirped, then handed Cassandra to her father, "Take her a sec, I'll be back."

Spike made faces at the baby until the Slayer returned, a small package in her hand.

"What's that, luv?"

"I don't know. It came to the shop today addressed to William Broadstreet. That's you I'm guessing."

"Yeah, I've used that name before. But not since the early eighties, at least."

They switched, and Spike took the package, giving Cassandra over to Buffy. He opened it quickly, finding the box velvet-covered and jade-green. He knew immediately what it was and looked up to meet Buffy's questioning eyes.

"Take Cassandra, get some things and go." He said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Spike, what is it?"

"Please. Just leave now before it...Go. Buffy, please."

She regarded him carefully and saw fear in his icy blue eyes. "OK...but I want you to come with us. If something's in that box that could harm you, just leave it here. We'll go somewhere together."

He shook his head and kissed her forehead, "It won't hurt me. Just go, and I'll call you as soon as I can. OK?"

Buffy was silent for several moments, "OK. OK, I'll go. But promise me this won't hurt you."

"I promise."

Buffy smiled shakily then leaned up to kiss him gently, "I'll go get some things together."

Spike leaned against the counter and looked down at the box, "So, you've decided to teach me my lesson, Dru?" He set the box down, "Bring it on."

2002

"How the bloody Hell did it get into my crypt?!" Spike yelled as the demon charged at him. He ducked and rolled into its legs, sending it sprawling.

"I don't KNOW! I'm suffering from half-nudity here, Spike." Buffy retorted, snapping the other one's neck, then joined Spike in fighting the third demon. The first lay dead on the floor next to its counterpart. Spike took a moment to glance at her. She wore only a pair of hip-hugging jeans and her bra. They had been slightly busy when the demons had shown up. She tossed the demon off her and Spike grabbed it by the ears, snapping its neck easily.

Buffy fell backwards onto the bed, panting slightly, "That was fun."

"Yeah..." Spike muttered, examining a small cut in the palm of his hand, "The first one got me with his dagger."

"You're hand ok?" Buffy asked sitting up and taking his wrist in her hand. He pulled away gently.

"I'm fine. I'm gonna drag these guys out and...dispose of them. Don't want demon blood in the carpet."

Buffy rolled her eyes, "I'll get dressed and help..."

An hour later, they were back at the crypt. Buffy picked up her bag.

"I should go." She said, "It's almost daylight."

Spike nodded, crossing the room as he finished wrapping his hand in a bandage. He stopped just in front of her and quirked a small smile, "Going back to the real world, pet?"

"Yeah. The one I actually live in?" She shouldered the bag and turned to leave, but Spike grabbed her shoulder, turning her to him. Buffy looked up at him, her eyes questioning and slightly annoyed. Spike dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, gently moving them against her, kissing her softly. Buffy lifted her arms around his neck, her fingers carding through his hair. Spike parted her lips and their tongues began a slow dance, fighting gently for dominance. The bag slipped off Buffy's shoulder and fell to the floor with a thud. Spike's hands wandered down her body, resting at her waist under her shirt.

"Screw the real world." Buffy murmured into the kiss, then hopped up, her legs encircling his waist. She tore at his shirt, the kiss becoming more and more feverish as their passion built. Buffy tore her mouth away from his, her lips descending on his neck. Spike carried her to the bed and she slid off of him. She lay back, pulling him with her. He rested his weight on his elbows, his body over hers. Buffy continued her journey down his neck, kissing and nipping down to his pale chest. They turned so that she was on top of him, her mouth hot against his skin. Muscles contracted under her kiss and she tasted the coolness of his skin, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.

Spike watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. Buffy smiled wickedly up at him as she pulled them down over his hips, then pulled off his boots so she could pull the jeans down all the way. She discarded his boxers, her eyes falling on his already hard member. She leaned back up and kissed him hotly on the lips, her hand grabbing onto his hard cock.

"Slayer..." He moaned, as her hand began to move up and down his length."Oh, fuck. Slayer." Spike's hands ripped her shirt away from her body, and his fingers expertly undid her bra. His mouth took a similar path as Buffy had on him. Down her neck, he kissed, biting gently at her pulse point, his desire heightened as he heard the blood pumping away under her smooth skin. He moved down to her chest and caught one perky breast in his mouth, laving the nipple into hardness, then paid the same attention to the other. Buffy moaned at his ministrations and her hand squeezed his erection.

Spike flipped them over. He kissed the underside of her breasts, then licked down her abdomen, flicking her belly button with his tongue. Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair, looking down at him with a smile on her face. He took off her jeans and practically tore off her panties, then spread her legs. Spike looked up at her with a cheshire grin, then dipped his head between her legs, tasting her intimately. His tongue flicked over her swollen clit, and she gasped.

"Spike...Spike I want you." She murmured, her fingers pulling almost painfully at his hair. Spike looked up at her, then crawled up the length of her body. He then claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Buffy could taste herself on his tongue and the sensation drove her to the brink of insanity. She arched her back, bringing her hips against Spike's. He took the hint and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slickened entrance. Just when she thought she would have to force him into her before she died of anticipation, Spike entered her in one thrust, filling her and sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.

Buffy moaned into his neck, her tongue darting out to lick his earlobe. He shuddered and began to move slowly in and out of her tight core. Her hips moved with his in an ancient rhythm, their pace picking up into a frenzy of moving bodies as pleasure built in their bodies.

"Buffy...Oh, God...Slayer." Spike mumbled incoherently, his face morphing into its vampyric visage as his orgasm overtook him, his seed releasing deep inside her. Buffy's muscles clenched around him as her own climax came upon her. Spike collapsed on top of her, their bodies pressed together as he fought to catch unnecessary breath.

"That...was...we made it to the bed." Buffy panted in his ear. Spike laughed, the vibrations in his chest thrumming against hers.

"Yes, we did. Finally." He lifted himself up on his elbow and pulled out of her. He rolled away, so he lay on his side. Buffy turned so she lay against him, their eyes meeting. one of his legs slipped between hers and they lay comfortably.

"You're still all vampy." She told him. Spike raised an eyebrow and raised a hand to feel the ridges. He hadn't noticed, which was strange. He hadn't been unconscious of his vampire mask since he had first been turned. He was about to change back into his human form when he Buffy raised her hand and touched the ridges over his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly, and Buffy dropped her hand quickly, as if catching herself.

"Just...nothing." She replied, remembering touching Angel's vampire face once before, much the same way. Buffy got up and started looking for her clothes, "I really do have to go. It's light out and Dawn will be leaving for school soon."

Spike watched her dress, turning back into his human face, "Right. And you have work."

"Yeah." She grabbed her bag again, "I'll...see you."

Spike sighed as she left, and fell back against the pillows, feeling disappointed and almost saddened by her departure.

"I love you." He muttered, closing his eyes and drifting off to a restless sleep.