Slayers and Witches and Vampires, Oh My!

Part Four - "The Prophecy"

By Tango

RATING: Definitely NC-17

***

this is not really happening
you bet your life it is, you bet your life it is

Angel tensed every muscle in his body as he detected two heart beats coming from his lover. As she laid on top of him, she radiated more warmth than usual and he thought for a moment that the extra heartbeat was just in his mind. But it wasn't. It was there, thumping softly underneath hers. He listened to the child growing inside his mate and strained to hear the life that could not be a part of him. He felt his facing shifting as again he sensed the blood in her body flowing in more than one direction.

"I thought that was the making up part," she said, sitting up to look at him and gently running her hand over the new contours that had risen on his face. Her moist center rested against his stomach as she looked down at him with confusion.

"Me too," he said, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"Angel-"

He held his hand up, silently asking her to wait, as he tried to encase the demon. Several seconds later, she looked into tearing brown eyes. He slid his hands from her hips to her belly and covered her torso almost completely.

"I know you haven't been unfaithful to me," he choked out, "God, I would know it if you had. I would be able to smell his scent on you."

"That's good, Angel," Buffy said slowly, "because I haven't been unfaithful to you."

"I know," he said, gritting his teeth painfully inside his mouth and thinking that his teeth might start to crumble underneath the pressure.

"And yet you seem upset about that," she said, lost in bewilderment.

"Buffy, you're pregnant."

"Angel, I threw up. It's stress, that's all. I was upset."

"There are two heartbeats. One here," he added, caressing her chest lightly and then moved to her flat tummy, "and one here. You're pregnant, love."

"But it's impossible," Buffy countered, "How could I be pregnant when I've only been..."

"Yeah, that's what I'm upset about," he said, reminding himself in between the rat-a-tat of heartbeats coming from the woman he loved that she was okay, that there was an explanation for this that wouldn't kill him inside.

***

circus girl without a safety net

Angel had always been possessive of his mate. Now that said mate was carrying his child, he was wobbling on the dementia stripe. After the doctor confirmed that she was eight weeks pregnant, Angel went directly to The Powers That Be and was informed in the usual cryptic terms that the child was "of his line." After a bit more enthusiastic pressing for information, he was tossed out on his undead ass with nothing to make the phenomenon make sense.

The past week had been a virtual cornucopia of research parties, which banded together the Scooby core in a way that had not been possible for years. Giles even brought Wesley in from England to help, who was anxious to get back in the action again. After Buffy fired him, he stayed in the states for a couple of years and eventually headed back to take on an offered position with The Council, who so graciously forgave him for his blunder with both Slayers. He suspected, and found agreement in Giles, that they just wanted to pick his brain on his experiences. Both Watchers found The Council's constant pressing tiresome and for book worms, they both wanted a piece of the excitement they used to have on a daily basis. The problem was that there was no record of how a Slayer could bear a vampire's child. There was no prophecy that they could find that explained it. All they found was one big, fat pile of bunk at the end of a long, sneezably dusty trail.

The following Monday, when the FBI called her in for another case, Angel refused to allow his wife to go back to work. He already made her carry her cell phone with her at all times, except when she was on patrol and that was only because she never got to patrol anymore. He, Faith and the witchy duo picked up the slack. Xander and Doyle even went out for a round of checking dark alleys a time or two. When the new case dropped in her lap, she fought tooth and nail with Angel. She simply was not going to sit around on her ass when she could be doing something to help someone.

"You're not going! I can't let you put yourself in danger," Angel roared, not caring that all their friends were staring at him like he lost his marbles.

"Let me?" she yelled back, "I'll do whatever I damn well please, Angel. You can't keep me inside this stupid hotel forever. I'll go insane."

"I'll go insane if something happens to you," Angel said quietly, "and our child."

"I have to do something!" Buffy said, "I'll call you when the dangerous part comes in, okay?"

Buffy moved closer and placed her small hands on his chest, pressing against him, "I don't wanna fight."

"Me either," he said, wrapping his arms around her, "And I don't want something to go wrong. What if I can't get there in time? What if it's day?"

"I'll be fine," she said with a winning smile, "I always am."

"That was before," he said.

"What? Now that I'm pregnant, I'm completely incapable of doing anything?"

"That's not what I said," he answered, "It's just that..."

"So you think I'm stupid then?" Buffy said, trapping her lover. She could feel the smiles on her as they all watched her winning.

"No, Buffy," he said, "Of course, I don't think you're stupid, it's just..."

"Just naive maybe? Unaware of the dangers of the world?"

"Alright, alright," he said, narrowing his eyes at her, "But I will hate every second of this."

"Glad we got that straight," she said, heading up the staircase to change clothes. He followed and shut the bedroom door behind him as he prepared to argue his case further, even though he had just agreed to it. He was always nervous when Buffy went on a patrol or some dangerous assignment without him, now that she was pregnant that nervousness had become a howling dread inside him. He stared at her from across the room and tried to think of a more convincing argument but completely lost his train of thought as she began the first part of changing clothes, which would be the taking off the current outfit part.

If he had to be caught in an endless cycle of watching the same thing for the rest of his life, he would want it to be that moment when Buffy took off a shirt. He loved watching her beautiful breasts revealed with her arms in the air. She lowered her arms and there was that second of fantastic where the curves of her first felt the air in the room. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, almost imperceptibly, and she was stunning. He loved the way her hair fell over her shoulders, kissing her recently bared skin.

She looked up and saw him eyeing her hungrily but keeping his place against the wall, arms folded in quickly dissipating irritation. Taking her cue, she wiggled out of her jeans, which were becoming tighter every day. She turned her back to him, allowing him to admire her back, which was perfectly sun-kissed, lined with delicate muscles and silky smooth skin. She overemphasized the bend required to remove her jeans. Angel shifted against the wall, still keeping his place across the room as she slipped off her panties, bending over again, giving him a full view of her arousal.

She smiled as she heard him suck in a breath, expelling the unneeded air as wispy lust that floated across the room to her. Buffy knew that if Angel made his way across the room to touch her that he had lost completely. He knew that too, which was why he was making a vampire shaped indent in the wall. Determined to win and completely focused on getting her way, she climbed on the bed, moving on all fours and crossing from the bottom to the top in a tantalizing show that made Angel's already throbbing erection unbearable. Buffy laid back against the pillows and slipped a hand between her thighs as his eyes burned into her.

She allowed one hand to move over her breasts as the fingers on her other hand slipped between her dripping folds. She moaned, arching against her own hand, lifting her hips from the bed and spreading her legs wider to give him in unadulterated view of her dripping sex.

"Feels so good," she purred, pinching one of her erect nipples and tossing her head back, refusing to look at him as she rubbed her clit in slow circles. Angel thought he was going to bay in writhing anguish before he gave in because the sight of his mate masturbating before his eyes was simply incredible. Stubborn as ever, he watched her holding nothing back, pleasuring herself fully. He thought he was going to make it...until she came. She clenched her legs together, moving her hand between her trembling thighs as she cried out in ecstasy.

If she had been looking at him, the room would have blurred as he catapulted across it and onto the bed. He forced her thighs apart and pulled her hand from her heat, intertwining her fingers with his as he buried his face there, lapping up the honeyed juices. She arched off the bed and he wrapped a strong arm under her, keeping her pressed firmly to his sucking lips and talented tongue. She screamed as she came again, this time inserting his name in her moans of pleasure.

***

in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as i twist i hold tight

Agent Wilder was already suspicious of Buffy's strange behavior in general, but now that she started the newest case she was less full steam ahead and more cautious in her moves. When she allowed a pair of agents to accompany her to the vampire crypt that was harvesting illegal magickal elements for the black market, he knew something was definitely up. According to the agent's report, a vampire matching her husband's description showed up and nearly took out the whole crypt. The little blonde warrior only staked one of the dozen and didn't even bother speaking to her demon helper before leaving him in the crypt with the ashes of his brethren.

He wasn't surprised to have the report reveal that her husband was a vampire. Several other reports and surveillance had determined the same thing. When he thought about that woman coupling with a demon, it made his skin crawl. He never liked her or that he was forced to seek the aid of a couple of women, but he refused to accept that there was a demon in the mix now.

When reports turned up from the underground that the vampire Angelus was causing a wave of fear in the forces of darkness, he was concerned. The vampires, demons and other unlovelies of the night had all but stopped their operations and a whisper was moving through the city that a master vampire was on a mission to keep anything without a soul from his lover at all costs. Agent Wilder, having lost almost all the cases they were working on, was agitated by the interference and frankly, a little afraid.

Finally, he had a lessor vampire captured and taken into custody for a little "interview." The vampire, after being restrained and beaten, was less than accommodating until the agent mentioned Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg.

"Are they here?" the vampire asked, struggling with more determination, "Let me outta here!"

"They aren't here," the agent replied calmly, "What do you know about them?"

"Are you joking?" the vampire hissed, "The Slayer's got her own band of witches. The redhead's one of them and the most powerful."

"The Slayer?"

"You've got to be shitting me! You're a fucking idiot. Let me out!"

"What about her husband, Angel?" Agent Wilder asked, trying a different approach and watched as the vampire began struggling even more. His terror was obvious as he wrenched against his bindings. The demon wouldn't speak of Angel, but he did confirm inside his demands to be released that "Angelus" was "The Scourge of Europe" and everyone was lying low in fear of the vampire with a soul.

"Why is everyone so afraid?" Agent Wilder asked.

"He's killing us," the vampire admitted, "He's sweeping the city and cleaning out every crypt he finds."

"Why?"

"The prophecy. He's protecting his child," the vampire hissed, unable to believe that the FBI was so bloody thick, but then again, they were only humans.

"What prophecy?"

"The Slayer will bear the offspring of the undead," the vampire intoned, collecting the words from much repeated memory, "and the child will break down the powers of darkness. The child will be The Destroyer and the underworld will drop to its knees."

***

caught a lightweight lightningseed

As Buffy entered her third month, everyone knew The Slayer was pregnant. A little rounding had appeared around her midsection and her usual radiance had become more of a lustrous glow. The men who had previously found her attractive were now enamored with the lovely girl. There was something captivating about her new brilliance. Her presence was more arresting and her beauty far more alluring. As if under a spell, the amount of times she was hit on during the normal course of the day had tripled and the only answer she could come up with was her pregnancy.

"It's your aura," Willow commented over lunch as they celebrated their recent success with Xander's team. A nest of fire demons had been scorching the city and they had taken them out quickly - without Angel butting in, which was refreshing.

"My aura?"

"Yes," Willow answered, smiling at her friend, "You're intertwined with some force now, more powerful than just carrying a child."

"I knew I was sluggish for a reason," Buffy joked, "Maybe there's more than one little body inside me. Feels like four. Are you sensing four?"

"There's magick coming from you now, Buff," Willow said with a smile, "It's more than just Slayerness. It's hard to explain."

"Magick? Do you think this is a spell?" Buffy asked, rubbing her tummy as she took another bite.

"No," Willow said, shaking her red head and thinking for a second before continuing, "It's not a spell. What's inside you is magickal. The ‘lil bundle of joy is a bundle of powerful energy. It's so good it makes me tingle all over."

"You're not the only one tingling here," Buffy said, "Seriously, you're freaking me out with the magick thing. Am I going to give birth to something strange?"

"I don't think so," Willow answered excitedly, "But he or she is going to be strong...very strong."

***

if you want inside her well
boy you better make her raspberry swirl

Angel walked into the kitchen and watched as Buffy did the dishes. He loved it when she did that. Not because she was cleaning, because he could care less about what was in the sink, but because she always danced around and sang as she washed them. Oblivious to what was around her, she usually bopped around as she went, shaking her hips to the beat. He finally walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist. Buffy caressed the large arms that circled her, leaving a soapy trail on them.

"You better not do that for very long if you know what's good for you," she said as she put the final dish in the drainer.

"Why's that?" he asked, peppering little kisses on her neck.

"Because my husband's all freaky lately and will probably kill you for daring to touch his mate. From what I hear, she is considered his property by all the little demons in the neighborhood."

"I'm protecting you," he said, smoothing his hands over her stomach, wishing he could better sense his child.

"You missed it today," she said, turning around to face him and kissing him gently before she went on, "If you had stopped being the great protector for a second when you stormed in, you would have picked up on the conversation going on around you."

"What'd I miss?" Angel hadn't missed what everyone else was noticing, which was her newfound radiance. He had always thought her undeniably beautiful and could barely keep his hands off her before but now she seemed to leave a trail of desire behind her as she went, tugging him along on an imaginary leash.

"That was the research office at Smith Enterprises that you stormed into," she noted, "and before you started yelling at Xander for calling me in when you specifically told him not to - the part when you made the grand entrance and simply glared for a second - the girls down there were lusting after you. It almost made me jealous."

"Really?" he asked, bending to place a sequence of kisses on her tempting collarbone, which seemed to beg for his attention. "You were jealous, huh?"

"I think the words ‘devastatingly gorgeous' directly followed ‘oh my god, look at him.' Of course there was the comment that they wouldn't kick you out their beds or something like that. It's a good that they found out you belonged to me, otherwise you might have been attacked."

"Horrible," Angel mused, moving to her lips again, "I'm glad I'm already spoken for. Guess you saved me."

"Fawning women trying to rip your clothes can be scary," Buffy answered, smiling into his kiss.

"Not that I remember," Angel said, pretending to be lost in the memory and receiving a slap on the shoulder for his efforts.

"Be nice," he said, kissing the shoulders that the thin straps of her shirt left bare.

"I thought you liked me naughty," she said, pressing against his rising arousal.

"You're right," he said, lifting her onto the counter, "Never mind."

"Hello? Lust bunnies? You have a bedroom," Faith muttered as she walked into the kitchen and found Buffy perched on the counter with Angel looking like he was getting ready to take her clothes off, "Angel, do you realize all you do is boink your wife and kill demons since you knocked her up? You need a hobby."

"I have one," he said, sweeping Buffy into his arms, "I don't think I have time for another one."

Faith grunted in mock irritation as she snagged a beer from the refrigerator and strolled back out the kitchen. She grinned though, watching as Angel kissed Buffy while trying to navigate the stairs.

"Those two are really getting out of hand," Faith said, settling back on the couch in the back room where Willow, Tara, Doyle and Giles were watching a movie.

"Cause they were all restrained before," Willow noted sarcastically, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Yeah, but the screwing outside of their bedroom is getting out of hand," Faith commented, ignoring the fact that everyone was engrossed in what they were watching, "I have to peek around the corner these days before I walk into a room."

"Faith," Giles said gently, "Could we cease our discussion of Buffy and Angel's...er...relations. I don't think I have the stomach for it tonight."

"Yeah, why talk about it when you can listen?" Doyle said, picking up the remote, pressing mute and laughing as the sounds of the super couple making love filled the room.

"Turn it back on!" Willow and Tara shouted. Doyle shook his head and cocked his head to listen, pretending that he had to strain to hear. Willow held out her hand and the remote flew from his hand to hers. She pressed the mute button again and snuggled in with Tara as the sound returned, slightly masking the moans coming from the upper floor.

***

Part Five - "Obsession"

DEDICATION:
This one's for Hope, my personal pregnancy advisor and for Peygan, who was seriously gypped out of the fluffy smut last night AND the night before. *G*

***

there's nothing i can do
can't stop what's coming
can't stop what's on its way

"Angel! Buffy!" Doyle called through the bedroom door, his voice muffled to Buffy's ears since she was buried under the covers and against Angel's chest. Since she had gotten pregnant, she found herself clinging to him more in her sleep and craving him more while she was awake.

"What?" Angel growled, wrapping an arm around the bundle of blankets at his side that contained his wife.

"Had a brain crushin', skull crackin' vision," he called back, "Need to talk to you two."

"Just a minute," Angel answered. He slipped out of Buffy's arms and smiled at her groan of protest. She pulled the covers down just enough so she could watch him walk across the room, deliciously nude. He jerked open the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers and slipped them on before retrieving Buffy's robe. He handed to her and watched with obvious enjoyment as she climbed out of bed with a scowl covering her face. She put on the robe and then crawled back in bed, covering up again. Angel tossed her a grin as he headed for the door and opened it.

"I hope The Powers That friggin' Be know what damn time it is," Buffy said, snaking an arm out of the covers to point at the red numbers on the alarm clock by the bed, signifying that it was pre-pre-dawn.

"Sorry," Doyle mumbled.

"What did you see?" Angel asked, as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He felt his wife scooting behind him so she was against him again, her rounded belly pressing against his back. He smoothed his hand over her covered leg as he waited for Doyle to explain.

"Buffy, you can't go to work today," Doyle said.

"Did you and Angel get together and plot this out ahead of time?" she demanded, propping her head up on her elbow, "Cause next time you can wait until a little later in the morning. It would be just as believable. Really."

"No," Doyle answered, "That Agent Asshole guy has been poking around."

"We already know that," Angel said, "What did you see?"

"He's planning on interrogating Buffy about being The Slayer and about you being a vamp."

"He knows?" Buffy and Angel shouted in unison.

"Yeah," Doyle replied with a nod and then took a sip of the scotch he was carrying, "I'm not sure what he plans to do but The Powers seem to think it's not a good."

"I knew he was up to something," Buffy said angrily.

"Well, one thing's for sure," Angel added, "You're not going in today."

"Have to," Buffy said, "Don't you think he's going to find another way to get to me? It's the FBI, Angel."

"Then I'm going with you," Angel stated.

"Daylight. Remember that? The part where the sun is up?"

"There's basement access to the building," Angel informed her, clearing his throat, "The tunnels break off at the base but the exterior wall...well, it's not hard to get through."

"Someone's been breaching the FBI again?" Buffy grumbled, "How did you find the access tunnel?"

"Willow sorta decrypted the City Hall database and then she maybe cross referenced that with the FBI building blue prints that she might have stumbled upon the other day," Angel answered guiltily.

"Great," Buffy muttered, rolling over and scooting off the other side of the bed, "Now my husband and my best friend are plotting against me."

"For you, love, not against you," Angel said as she headed for the shower, "For you!"

When the door clicked shut behind her, Angel turned back to Doyle, "Wake up Faith. Tell her what's going on. I want the two of you to find out who gave him the information."

"Alright but I'm not sure that's going to be too easy," Doyle said, downing his glass and heading back out the door, "You guys have lots of enemies."

Angel waited for Doyle to stumble sleepily out of the room and then he followed the sound of rushing water and opened the bathroom door, breaking through the steam. He slipped out of boxers and opened the shower door to join Buffy. He stood looking at her as she poised underneath the spray, rinsing shampoo from her long blonde hair. The sight of her wet body as sudsy water streamed over her was exotic, not to mention...inspiring.

"You're going to make a nuisance of yourself today, aren't you?" Buffy asked as he pulled her warm, wet body against his.

"Actually," Angel said, "I'm going to make love to my beautiful wife. Then I'm going to get dressed, maybe have a little breakfast..."

"And then you're going to make a nuisance of yourself," Buffy countered, trying to focus on the matter at hand, but a different matter was quickly taking precedence as his wandering hands moved over her.

"First things first," he said, pressing his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth, savoring the flavor of him. He seemed to taste better and better since she became pregnant with his child. She had a voracious appetite for him before, but now each nerve ending seemed to beg for his touch, each patch of skin needed his caress. His kisses added warmth to her body, increasing the heat in the already steamy room. He started at the curve of her belly, worshiping the miracle inside her and left more kisses at the slope of her hips and the tops of her thighs. He knelt on the shower floor as he leaned her gently against the wall and raised one of her legs over his shoulder to have better access to her inflamed core. He teased her open with his tongue, allowing his large hands to glide easily over her wet body.

"God, you feel...perfect," Buffy moaned as she sagged against the wall wrapped in the pleasure being disbursed out generously by her kneeling lover. She felt as if the child inside her was increasing her sensitivity to everything. Things she would have overlooked before seemed brighter and more obvious. Less was taken for granted now as if she was witnessing events through the unborn eyes of her baby.

Four months had passed and she was quickly realizing that this was no ordinary pregnancy. Willow and Tara had both commented on her "aura" repeatedly and how she seemed to draw them to her. She was certain almost immediately upon finding out about her newest gift that her strength would decrease but the opposite had happened. She felt stronger and more alive; she felt as if she could take on the world - if only the swelling that had recently begun in her hands and feet would go away.

Trapped between the ecstacy of Angel's mouth pleasing her below and the need to feel him inside her, The Slayer moved her leg off of his shoulder and pulled him to his feet and against her, tossing the leg over his hip. Answering her unspoken demand, he entered her and smiled at her ragged gasp of gratification. He moved slowly and each movement was a delicate caress as he kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth.

"Not...going...to...break," she moaned, sweeping forward to meet his thrusts.

"I know," he whispered over the sound of the pouring shower while he kissed her neck and nipped at her scar.

"Angel," she whimpered, "Harder please."

"Sorry, love," he whispered again as he did nothing to hurry his strokes. The further along she became, the more his worry developed about making love to her - and the more he wanted her. He was terrified that something would go wrong and it would be his fault, so each time they had sex, his movements were less hurried and more leisurely. It was driving his wife insane.

Knowing his weaknesses, she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his neck. It wasn't the delicate nibbling that he had performed before, but a bite and was more than likely meant to break his skin, which it did. He growled in response and pulled away from her mouth to keep his tainted blood from touching her lips.

"Don't baby, please," he growled, showing her his beautiful golden eyes. He hadn't meant to but the bite had its expected response and he moved more urgently inside her. She trembled around him, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, nearing the brink. He released a moan as she fluttered around him in climax. He barely reigned in his desire as he moved even harder inside her and as she rounded her second orgasm, she dug her nails into his back. He growled in pleasure and as he neared release, he was a step away from his normal speed of movement and she smiled. She knew she had won.

***

took my leather off the shelf

"Calm down," Buffy said once they had gotten back to the hotel from their meeting with Agent Wilder. Angel was moving around the lobby of the hotel, or storming angrily actually, and looking scrumptious in the leather pants he had put on that morning. She knew what the pants meant. Nothing was going to touch what was his, but she chose to forget that they signified an Angelus type anger. Instead, she thought it was more fun to watch how they hugged his ass. A girl has to weight her options, you know?

"You are not working for that prick anymore," Angel growled, slamming files around and trying to find something to do with his hands instead of breaking things, which is really what he wanted to do.

"I think I'm fired anyway," Buffy said, stifling a giggle, "But you have to admit, that was kinda fun."

"Which part was fun?" Angel snarled.

Buffy walked behind the counter where her husband stood fuming and caressed his ridged face, "Well, there was the part where Willow and Tara took all the agents' guns away. That was pretty cool. Or the part where Agent Wilder was all scared and shaking. Of course, my favorite part was when you put on these pants this morning."

Buffy wrapped her arms around him and squeezed his leather clad ass for emphasis. She looked up at his glowing eyes and smiled warmly at his anger, trying to switch the mood. It was slow coming because the vampire was far past pissed off.

"I haven't wanted to kill someone so badly in a long time," Angel growled, refusing to change his mood, "How dare that fucker think he can ‘detain' you for questioning! I have a few godamn questions I would like to ask him."

"Yes," Buffy said sweetly, tracing his lips with her fingers, "But they all involve him dying at the end. We can't have you being chased by the FBI for murdering one of their top agents, can we?"

"It might be worth it," he said, still growling but his voice was softening.

"Now that I'm unemployed," Buffy said, pressing against him, "We should think about how we're going to spend the day."

"Buffy," Angel complained, moving away and hopping up on the counter to sit and fume, "I'm trying to be angry here."

She moved between his thighs, undeterred by the action, "How is that fun? Weren't we trying to focus on the fun here?"

"Imagining him dying in a thousand different ways for trying to hurt my wife," he growled, looking down on her peaceful face, "I think there's more fun there than you think."

"I think there's more fun doing other things," she mumbled as she tugged at the button of his leather pants. Angel reverted to human form and looked around the room nervously as she freed his cock and wrapped her hand around him.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, "Someone could walk in any minute."

"I know," she said, smiling, before she bent down to taste him. The sight of her pink tongue sneaking between her lips and slowly moving over the sensitive tip of his cock was enough to force a moan from the formerly angry vampire.

"We...should...go upstairs," Angel said as she laved long, wet kisses down the underside of him.

"Mmmm," she moaned, as she took first two inches of his erect cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She paused and looked up at him, asking quietly, "Want me to stop?"

She didn't wait for the answer but took him back in her mouth and moved up and down as slowly as he had earlier that morning. Finally she heard his torn answer, "God no."

He gripped the counter as he looked down at her blonde head bobbing in his lap and tried to form coherent thought, but was lost in the jumbled haze of lust around him.

***

black winged roses that safely changed their color

"Pizza!" Xander announced proudly several hours later, as he entered the hotel lobby carrying a stack of steaming boxes with Anya at his side. He set the pizzas down and glanced over his shoulder at what everyone seemed to be staring at. Spike stood leaning just inside the double doors wearing a long black duster and a smile.

"I thought I told you not to come here," Angel growled.

"Yeah, Peaches, you did," Spike said, "But I have news."

"And you couldn't call?"

"I was in the neighborhood," Spike answered, proceeding down the stairs, "Besides, you can't have your cake and eat it too, mate. If you want my help then I say I'm allowed in your home. Nice digs, by the way."

"You've been working with Spike?" Buffy demanded and from glancing around the room, she saw she was the only one who was surprised.

"Don't worry, pet," Spike answered before Angel was able to open his mouth, "I'm still chipped and all. Never have been able to get the bloody thing out of my skull."

"I told you to stay away from my mate," Angel growled again, facing off with his Grande Childe.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," Spike answered, "You want to hear the news or not?"

"Yes," Buffy said, crossing her arms and shooting a glare at her husband. He should have told her that Spike was in the picture.

"Seems your little Nibblet there has its own prophecy," the blonde vampire answered, "Somethin' about making all the souless uglies of the world bow in terror."

"A Slayer of some sort?" Giles asked, stepping forward in interest.

"No," Spike said, "They are calling the child ‘The Destroyer.'"

"My baby is ‘The Destroyer?'" Buffy asked, "You better not be making this up, Spike!"

"Buffy," Angel said, turning to his wife apologetically, "I didn't want you to know that I called Spike in cause I thought it might upset you."

"Ya think?" she snapped.

"But I've had him keep his ear to the ground around the demon population to find out what's going on. I wanted to know if anyone or anything was going to try something."

"And they are," Spike said, sitting down on the stairs and reclining next to Faith who did not shy away from his closeness, "Everything wants a bite of your baby."

"Don't worry, Slayer," he continued as he noticed her concern, "I've been killing so many demons lately, I should be The Slayer. And your hubby over there has gone insane with the hunting. I hope you know that he's a few shakes short, love."

"Shut up, Spike," Angel growled in a very Sire-like demand.

"Alright, mate," Spike said, smiling and resting a hand on Faith's thigh, "No need to get all worked up. I just thought I'd help out with the research."

"I'm going on patrol," Faith said, standing up. She felt the eyes of the room staring at the pale hand on her thigh, which was Spike's not so subtle way of announcing their relationship to the Scoobies. Spike stood and followed her out, carrying with him a very smug smile. Buffy watched him go and then turned to Angel.

"When were you going to tell me Spike was involved?" she shouted accusingly.

"Never?" he answered sheepishly.

"You two are impossible," Cordy said, lifting the top pizza box and peering inside, "Buffy, you should know that-"

"Cordy," Angel warned.

"Oh please," she said, waving him off, "Angel's gone crazy, Buffy. He has been killing anything that moves and Spike's been here for over a month. Hell, I don't know how you missed him. Gunn's gang has been guarding the perimeter of the hotel every night AND I can't even go on a date without there being an interrogation."

"Everyone knows you're sleeping with Gunn," Anya said, grabbing a slice and biting in.

"What?" Cordy said, pretending to be shocked.

"‘Oh please,'" Anya answered, echoing Cordy's previous tone, "What? Am I the only one willing to admit it?"

"Is there a reason I didn't know any of this?" Buffy asked the room, eyeing all her friends severely, "Am I just someone that needs to be sheltered?"

"I asked them not to tell you," Angel said quietly.

"Angel," Buffy warned, "If there's anything else I don't know, you'd better tell me now. I will not be out of the damn loop in my own home. This is ridiculous."

"We put a protection spell on the hotel, Buffy," Willow said, speaking so quickly her words ran together, "But just a little one. I wanted to tell you but Angel said we shouldn't and I didn't think you would be mad and-"

"It's okay, Will," Buffy sighed, "Xander?"

"Two teams, Buff," Xander said, "I have two teams out patrolling for you, but that's it. I swear."

"And Lorne's been reading the demons to find out additional info," Angel answered, "I'm sorry, love. I might have gotten a little carried away."

"You're a jerk," she shouted, storming up the stairs and towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked, following her.

"To patrol," she said, "I'm The Slayer. In case you forgot, I can kick your ass!"

She headed out into the night and the group dove in the pizzas. Giles and Wesley were already flipping through the books to find references to the Prophecy Spike had spoken of.

***

always there through that and this
there's nothing we cannot ever fix

"Don't be mad at me," Angel said, jogging to catch up with her.

"Have you completely lost your mind?"

"Yes," he said, nodding with eyes outpouring love, "I just can't stand the idea of something happening to you. I've tried to think rationally about this but I just get-"

"Bonkers?"

"I love you," he answered, "I've never stopped being afraid for your life since the first time I laid eyes on you. I knew you'd be mad at me, that's why I didn't tell you."

"You were right," she said as continued walking. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and she stopped, not turning to face him.

"Please forgive me," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her protruding belly as he gently kissed her neck.

"Should I expect you to be a lunatic until I give birth to this child?"

"Probably," he admitted, "and well into the teenage years."

She pivoted in his arms and kissed him gently, "I want to know everything for now on. You used to tell me everything. Promise me."

"I promise," he said, kissing her gently, "Am I forgiven?"

"No," she answered, shaking her head but smiling, "You'll have to make it up to me."

"I was hoping you would say that," he said, kissing her again, "Now, you want some pizza?"

"I'm starving," she answered, "You think we have any peanut butter?"

"What for?" he asked, grimacing at the thought.

"Haven't you ever had pizza and peanut butter?"

"No," Angel answered, "Of course, they didn't have peanut butter when I was human. But I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have it on pizza...neither would you four months ago."

"Sounds yummy to me," she said, taking his offered hand and heading back to the hotel.

***

Part Six

AN: For those of you who are wondering, I do plan on continuing all of my fics that are currently unfinished. (That includes, “In a Maudlin Sort of Way” which I assure you, I have not forgotten about.) More of…something soon! *G*

DEDICATION: For everyone who has requested that I continue this fic, for Starrkitty for my beautiful new page layout and for indie for my webspace, for which I am forever grateful for!

***

oh, i still love you, baby
everywhere i look i see your eyes
there's not another woman that would ever comes close to you
dry those tears from your eyes

Angel had not lessened his protectiveness of Buffy as she rounded into her fifth month. If anything, he had gotten decidedly worse. Partially, because there had been several attacks on his little pregnant Slayer in the past couple of months, which she infuriatingly brushed off as no big deal. And then there was the fact that she tried to sneak out to patrol on a regular basis. The Scoobies found the whole situation extremely comical and made fun of the tense vampire at every available turn.

One Thursday evening, while Angel was out meeting with a contact, not even a week after their most recent Reasons To Not Patrol marathon, Buffy was preparing to sneak out for a little stroll, just to, you know, take in the night air. Course, if she just happened to run into a vampire, she would have to stake him because otherwise she would be a bad Slayer. She had almost made it to the door when the phone rang.

"Angel Investigations," Buffy piped with fake cheer into the phone.

"Looking for Peaches, love," Spike's distinctive voice said, forcing her into an automatic groan of annoyance.

"He's not here," she answered with a sigh.

"Want to tell Nancy Boy I called?"

"Not really, but I will."

"Thanks, pet." As she hung up the phone, she looked up just in time to see Angel at the double doors at the front of the hotel. He paused, pulled one open and stood aside to let Detective Kate Lockley walk in first. Not only was she blonde, attractive and irritably thin, but she was smiling and laughing in a flirty sort of way. If that wasn't bad enough, the word "beautiful" was coming out of his mouth in that low, seductive voice that always made her weak in the knees. It made her weak in the knees, that is, when he wasn't speaking to another woman.

"That's so sweet," Kate answered, batting those long eyelashes over her sparkling blue eyes in response.

"Well..." he started as he looked up to find his wife standing in front of the counter wearing one of his black silk shirts, a pair of black stretch pants and scowl so severe that it forced his mouth closed. He stepped toward her with concern and opened his mouth again, "What's wrong, Buffy?"

"Nothing," she snapped as she crossed the room in strong, pregnant Slayer strides. She made short work of the distance to the basement door before opening it and then slamming it hard enough to force the door off of its hinges. Kate and Angel watched in shock as the door tipped over and fell on the marble floor with a furious crack, sending a whirl of dust rising up around it.

"Uh..." Angel said, looking from the door to Kate and back again, "She's sensitive lately."

"I can see that," she answered quietly as if she were afraid Buffy would hear her and come back upstairs.

"I'll be right back," he said, took a deep breath as he headed for the door, looking like he wasn’t sure if he was headed for a battle that could be reasonably fought or if he should just lay down and prepare for slaughter, "and then we can talk about the case, okay?"

"Should I come back later?" she asked, wanting to be anywhere that wasn’t near his wife. Not that it mattered that Buffy was ‘sensitive lately.’ Kate had learned over the years that she usually wanted to be where Buffy wasn’t. Whether the Slayer was currently in a good mood or not really didn’t effect her decision in the slightest. She hated to be around the woman that Angel loved. It was a constant reminder of what she would probably never have…which was Angel, not love, of course.

"No," he said after a moment of hesitation, "Just give me a minute."

Angel headed toward the basement and stepped on the door on his way down the stairs. He stopped on the bottom step and watched Buffy moving through an angry kata, in which she seemed to be completely missing the point of the exercise. Since she had become pregnant, she complained that her center of balance had changed and it was harder to fight. He tried to explain on several different occasions that pregnant Slayers stayed out of situations that they would have to fight in so that their babies were safe. Right now, however, he wasn’t worried about her center of balance, only that the mind soothing motions were not soothing his lovely mate at all.

"What's wrong?" he asked after watching her for a moment. He would never get over how beautiful and glowing she was while carrying his child. He knew she was afraid that he would find her less attractive when she grew larger but the opposite happened. He never looked at other women before and now he didn't even know they existed.

"Nothing," she said, without looking up and continued to move but more erratically than before. It infuriated her that he could make her so jealous and frustrated.

"I was discussing a case with Kate," he said, "That's it."

"What was beautiful about the case?" she snapped, looking up at him with eyes that matched her furious tones, "Or were you talking about her?"

"First of all," he said, "I was talking about you and how beautiful you are when you're pregnant and secondly, I would never cheat on you. You know that."

"Right," she said, knowing she was being irrational but unable to snap out of her anger.

"Buffy, you know that I think you are the most beautiful-"

"If you say you think I'm the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world one more fucking time, I'm going to stake you and waddle through your dust!"

"How will you explain to our child that you murdered me for telling a police officer I thought you were beautiful?" he asked, stepping closer and smiling down at her. After a moment, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, knowing she was pouting against his chest.

"Why are you still mad?" he asked, tipping her chin up with his index finger and kissing her lightly.

"Cause...I don't know," she mumbled, "Were you really talking about me?"

"Yes," he said seriously, "Why would you even think I would tell Kate she was beautiful, Buffy?"

"Cause she is," Buffy said honestly, frankly confused by his inability to see that and then as the realization hit her, she smiled.

"You don't think she's beautiful?"

"I think you're beautiful," he said, kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just...it's one of those days. I feel ugly and gross and...forget it."

"We've been over this, love," he said, "I'm not going to lose interest in you. Pregnant women have long been thought to be the most desirable creatures. Men find their mates more alluring when they're heavy with child. Other men certainly find you more enticing, which is why I'm snarling at people so much."

***

i guess you heard he’s gone to LA
he says that behind my eyes, i’m hiding
and he tells me i pushed him away
that my heart’s been hard to find

"What are you doing here?" Faith asked Kate from the top of the stairs as she tramped loudly down them, preparing to go on patrol. Or actually, she planned to happen to bump into Spike and then dust whatever vamps stood in their way as they hurried off to yet another not so secret rendevous. Spike was more than perplexed that Faith wouldn't just admit to her "family" that they were involved, since everyone already knew anyway. What was the difference if they hung out at the hotel? And what, pray tell, was the difference between Buffy and Angel and them?

"Angel has a soul," Faith had muttered to him as she dressed the night before, sliding into a pair of black leather pants just so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. "You are evil."

"I'm defanged," Spike pointed out, not unbitterly, "And thank you so much for reminding me. I hate to point out the obvious, love, but we are involved and everyone knows it already!"

"I don't like reminding them," Faith said, sitting on the bed to tie the laces of her boots. She hated to have these arguments with him, but at least she didn’t have to look at him while they were having one. When she looked into those deep blue eyes of his, she knew that for a creature without a soul, there was a lot there to be reckoned with. She was a Slayer and there was no way she was going to admit to anyone, not even herself, that she was falling in love with a demon.

"You don't make any bloody sense, woman," he complained, pulling her roughly from the side of the bed and pressing her suggestively against the mattress, "We've been shaggin' each other’s brains out for months. I'm not your dirty little secret, pet."

"Maybe I want to keep you to myself," Faith said, rising her hips up to grind against her undead lover suggestively.

"I'm not that bleedin' thick!" Spike protested and then let out a groan as Faith tossed him aside and leapt nimbly off the bed. Casting him a smile as she headed to the door with an exaggerated twist to her narrow hips, she said, "Yes, you are."

“You know,” Spike called after her, “You’re the one who’s missing out! All those empty rooms in the hotel we could be ruttin’ in are left for Peaches and his little SLAYER!”

Now, the next evening, preparing to meet with her desouled, chipped vampiric lover, she was face to face with Detective Kate Lockley. Faith couldn't stand Kate or her pretend official business. The bitch had been in heat for Angel for as long as she could remember and unlike the other women who lusted after Angel, Kate was firmly locked in their lives as a helper and informant. Faith was waiting for that one little moment when Kate gave her an excuse to kick her ass. It was coming soon and Faith couldn't wait for it. She glared at the blonde and waited for her answer.

"I'm meeting with Angel about a case," Kate answered, gesturing toward the broken basement door, "He's downstairs talking to Buffy."

"Oh, so you already pissed her off," Faith said, grinning at the fallen door. She finished her descent down the staircase and stopped in front of the cop who was glaring at her, "Make sure you keep those sticky little fingers off my friend's husband."

"Angel and I have a purely business relationship-"

"Save it for someone who gives a fuck," Faith said, heading toward the door and stopping just at the exit to turn back around, "Consider this a warning, Blondie: Stay away from him."

"Are you threatening a police officer?" Kate asked tersely, knowing it was a cheap shot. Pulling police officer rank in here usually carried no weight whatsoever, but she knew that Faith was a bit more twitchy about jail than the others. She suspected that the brunette Slayer had visited more than one jailhouse around the country.

"Of course not," Faith said, sneering at her openly, "I’m just saying, you haven't seen shit until you've seen a pregnant and brassed off Slayer...but I hope you do."

Kate slumped in relief when Faith finally left and moved her gaze from one broken door to the one swinging from where each Slayer had recently exited. She wasn't about to show fear to either powerful female, but inwardly, she was scared as hell that she was playing with fire. She knew better than anyone that given the chance, she would take Angel anyway she could get him...and in any position she could get him.

***

then you love a little wild one…
all the time you know she’s smilin’
you’ll be on your knees tomorrow

Angel had nearly forgotten that Kate was waiting upstairs for him because his beautiful wife's warm little hands had moved up his shirt and were roaming over his cool skin. Lost in the feel of her and in her kisses, he soon found himself lowering her to the workout matt. He trailed over her neck and rapidly unbuttoned the silk shirt from her tiny frame, kissing the bared golden flesh.

He spread the shirt apart and kissed down her chest, puffing cool breaths over her nipples and delighting as they grew hard in response. Pulling back, he looked down appreciatively at her full breasts and rounded stomach. Taking a moment to relish in her beauty and in the miracle inside her, he moved his hands over her belly, caressing her soft skin.

"I love you," he whispered, brushing his lips over her belly button gently. It was unclear to Buffy whether he was talking to her or their child or both, but she smiled at him, threading her hands through his hair as he worshiped her flesh.

Lost in the feel of her silky skin, the dizzying smell of her arousal and the magickal pull coming from his wife, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and began to peel them away from her. He growled loudly in objection when he heard Doyle's voice wafting down the stairs, "Angel?"

"Damn," Angel muttered, resting his face against her stomach for a second, before calling up in answer, "Just a second, Doyle! I'm coming." Buffy giggled when she heard the end of his sentence muffled against her belly, "...I wish."

"Sorry baby," he said, leaning in to capture her lips again, "I completely forgot about my appointment with Kate."

"Can't she just wait a little longer?" Buffy asked, her green eyes glowing with desire for her mate. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him in for another long, slow kiss, teasing him and urging for more. It took all of his self-control to pull away from her sweet lips and wandering hands.

"Believe me, love," he said, helping her to her feet and using vampiric speed to button her shirt again, "I would love to but we really need to talk about this case. Rain check?"

"Fine," she muttered in mock irritation. She was overjoyed by the fact that Angel had forgotten about Kate. Funny, how the little things could seriously change one’s mood. Forgetting about Kate helped a lot, not to mention her lover’s frustration at having to leave her to work. Angel took her hand and led her upstairs, stopping to make sure she didn't trip over the broken door. Buffy giggled at the sight of the door, laying on the floor and blushed up at him.

"Sorry," she managed over her laughter, "I didn't mean to break it."

She cocked her head to the side and watched him, admiring the view, as he picked the door up and leaned it against the wall. He turned and kissed her gently, smiling down at her.

"I'll fix it later," he murmured against her lips and then sweeping his eyes over her, realizing for the first time that she seemed to be dressed to go out, "Were you going somewhere?"

"Um...no," Buffy said, moving away quickly.

"Buffy," Angel warned, in a low, angry voice, "You weren't going to go on patrol, were you?"

"No," Buffy lied, hurrying away, passing Kate's slack jawed form and heading up the stairs.

"You CAN'T go on patrol!" Angel roared after her, even as she disappeared around the corner at the top of the stairs, "You're pregnant, damn it and I won't have you danger! No patrolling!"

"I wasn't," her voice wafted back down the stairs.

Kate shrank under his angry glare and waited for him to speak, which took a couple of seconds. He took a deep unneeded breath and headed toward his office, "Sorry Kate. Want to step into my office?"

Doyle, who had been completely ignored during the whole exercise, leaned against the counter and grinned as Kate shuffled after Angel. He didn't know what it was like when they lived on the Hellmouth, but there was never a dull moment here.

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