Brave New Year

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Happyverse Series: Part 5/15

AUTHOR: JodyorJen
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Part 5: Brave New Year

Spike hummed as he puttered around the bedroom. A muted TV on the dresser showed footage of fireworks displays from different countries celebrating the New Year. "Baby? " he called out. "Do you know where my vest is?"

Buffy wandered in from the bathroom, wearing her terry robe. Her damp hair curled around her shoulders. "There’s a zippered pocket on the tuxedo bag. It’s in there. So are the cufflinks." She stopped to admire her fiancé as he poked around in the bag, which lay on the bed. Spike was focused on fastening his cuff links, fussing with the small silver pieces. Pulling his jacket on, he shot his cuffs and grinned at Buffy.

"Posh enough for you, love?" he asked. He looked perfect in his tuxedo, absolutely good enough to eat.

Then she got a good look at his feet. "You are so not wearing those scrungy boots." Buffy said firmly.

He gave her an exasperated look and pulled a pair of dress shoes out of the bag. "Look at these things," he said as he waved the opera pumps in her direction. "You can’t be serious."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "They are appropriate. They are elegant. Not seeing the problem here."

"They are slip-ons. They are patent leather. I am not wearing these nancy boy shoes."

Buffy smirked. "Want to bet?"

Spike crossed his arms and glared at her. "There is nothing you can say that would change my mind on this, sweets."

She leaned in close to him and licked his cheekbone, tracing it gently all the way down to his jaw. Her tongue trailed down, making wide circles on the side of his neck. "Wasn’t planning on talking, William," she said sultrily.

He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. "I’m –" he swallowed. "I’m quite- firm on this, love."

Buffy grabbed his cock through his pants. He gasped with pleasure. She held him firmly, stroking up and down. She peered up at him coyly. "Quite firm."

Spike moaned, thrusting hard into her hand. "Oh, sweet fuck. That feels so good." She leaned him back on the bed, working open his belt buckle. "Yes," he pled, his voice tinged with desperation. " Wait, no, we have to get going," he said as he pulled her hands off the belt. Buffy kissed him passionately, opening the belt and releasing his cock. She worked him in her hand with long firm strokes while she teases hid nipple through his shirt. "They’ll wait. I won’t," she said breathlessly. Overwhelmed by her blatant need, Spike responded. He pulled her on top of him as he cupped her breasts and bit her neck. She moved her hand faster until he was desperate. Buffy slid his pants down his legs. "I don’t want to mess up your sexy clothes, Spike," she said, as she leaned down.

He grabbed her wrists and yanked her back up. He gazed up at her, eyes smoky with lust. "Not that way. I need to be inside you. Got to take you. Need you now," he growled. He pulled open her robe and plunged into her. They both howled, slaves to the need that had overcome them. He took both her wrists in his powerful grip. He used the leverage to tilt her back until the angle was impossibly deep and intense. Their bodies slapped together furiously, both of them thrusting furiously. The four-poster bed shuddered and shook as it scraped across the floor. Raw, primal noises escaped from their throats as they moved with primal intensity. They came at the same time, voices joined in release. Kissing gently, they murmured endearments to each other as they came back down to earth. "I am so in love with you," she whispered.

"You are my sweet darling girl," he purred, stroking her hair.

Later, Spike and Buffy walked into the Bronze hand in hand, both glowing with happiness and contentment. They made a striking couple, both decked out in black formalwear. They wandered over to the table where their friends waited.

"What took you guys so long?" complained Xander, dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit.

"Well, Dawn was out of the house so I just had to jump his bones before we left," explained Buffy, with a teasing glint in her eye. "I really like this little noise that he makes when I-" Xander looked disgusted. "Just a little sex talk payback," she explained. "You and Anya earned some of that." She smiled, and so did he. He knew it was true…

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

‘I’m good," said Buffy. He turned and walked to the bar. "So, where is Dawnie tonight?" asked Willow. She looked beautiful in a green satin gown, her hair pulled up in rhinestone barrettes. Spike pulled out a chair for Buffy and she sat down. He sat next to Willow.

"New Year’s slumber party," said Spike. "Some crazy parent volunteered to have ten giggly girls over the whole night through." He reached out and grabbed a carrot stick from Will’s plate. He stuck it in the corner of his mouth and began to nibble it. Looking around the room, he spied some familiar figures on the dance floor. Anya and Tara were dancing together. Both of them were putting forth some pretty steamy moves, attracting appreciative glances from a number of the men. Spike laughed and turned to Willow. "Bet it would really burst the bubble for those drooling idiots if they knew one of them prefers girls and the other’s going to be a mum in seven months." They turned together to watch the girls

dancing. Buffy reached over and grabbed a celery stick. She scanned the room, munching away. "How are things going between you and Tara?" asked Spike. Willow smiled happily. "Great. She – ah- slept over last night." She smiled, with eyes that sparkled.

Spike slapped her on the shoulder. "Good for you, ducks."

"I was thinking about asking her if we could get a place together in June when school lets out," said Willow." I’m trying not to rush things, but it’s hard."

Spike looked thoughtful. "Well, Buffy and I are in your old room, but Buffy’s old bedroom is free."

Buffy snapped to attention. "But we’ll need that room for a nursery."

Willow looked confused and Spike drew his finger across his throat, shaking his head at Buffy.

"A nursery?" asked Willow. "Is there something I’m missing here? Cause I thought vampires had the whole safe sex thing going on. Unless Spike’s been drinking the Elixir of Gordath, but then…"

Spike grabbed Willow and pulled her backwards onto the dance floor. "C’mon, Red, let’s get a groove on." She gave him a weird look, but followed him.

Buffy looked confused. Xander came back to the table, drink in hand, and sat beside Buffy.

Spike hissed in Willow’s ear as he pulled her into his arms on the dance floor. "Don’t tell Buffy about the Elixir."

Willow looked up at him, her eyes dark with concern. "Spike, you can’t be thinking of drinking the elixir. Terrible things could happen-"

He looked down at her, features tight with anxiety. "Only to me. I’m willing to risk it, for her sake. It would make her so happy. So please just forget it came up. Please."

Willow looked worried. "You can’t just hide the truth from her, Spike. And you can’t take these kinds of risks with magic. There are so many ways for things to turn out wrong." She looks pensive. "Take my word on it."

"I know there are consequences," said Spike intently. "There always are. But there are some risks that are worth taking."

Xander and Buffy watched Spike and Willow on the dance floor. "Gosh, those two crazy kids are really pushing the envelope on New Year’s frivolity," said Xander.

Buffy turned to Xander. "I’m sure they’ll get it sorted out. So how is Anya doing these days?"

"Well, she’s all wigged about getting fat. But she is so excited about the baby," he said.

"How about the wedding plans?" Buffy took a carrot stick off Willow’s plate.

‘We pushed up the date to March. Everything is pretty much set now." Xander fiddled with his swizzle stick.

"Crossed all your "I"’s and dotted your "T"’s?" Buffy frowned. "I mean-"

"Yep, we have liftoff," he says, sounding depressed.

She gave him a searching look. "Are you nervous about all this?"

He took a big swig off the drink in his hand. "Well, I was nervous when I proposed. I was anxious when she accepted. Now that she’s pregnant…I am completely terrified," he admitted.

He gave her a concerned glance. "Are you really going through with this- Spike thing?"

"Do you mean am I really going to marry the man that I proposed to? Um, yeah." She made a face at him.

"What about Dawn? What kind of impression do you think it makes on her? And he’s not really an advantage. He doesn’t even have a job," argued Xander.

"Starting next week, he’s teaching two English classes at UC Sunnydale," announced Buffy proudly.

Xander laughs. "Yeah, right. Like they would hire Spike to…" Seeing her serious face, he stopped laughing as he saw she was serious. "But how?"

"He earned a degree from Oxford, Xander. He knows more than you can even begin to imagine about English literature. You should hear the stuff he’s putting together on Hamlet. It’s brilliant."

"Huh?" said Xander in disbelief. "So they’re just going to not notice the being dead for a hundred years thing?" "Angel finessed the paper trail so that it looks like he got his degree ten years ago, not a hundred and ten," explained Buffy. He put the records in place so that Spike has doctoral credentials that check out legitimately."

"Why would Angel help him?" said Xander curiously.

"Because Angel wants me to be happy. Just like I wish him well. We’re still friends," said Buffy.

‘I want you to be happy, too, Buffy." Xander sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I just don’t want you to make any hasty decisions. It’s no fun to wonder if you’ve made the right choices." He looked out on the dance floor at Anya..

Buffy gave him a knowing look. "You love Anya, and you are going to be a great father. You have the biggest heart of anyone I know. You just need to trust in it. You and Anya are not your mom and dad."

He gave her a small smile. "I know, really. But the fear monster, it is running me down." She grabbed his hand. ‘Well, let him chase you down on the dance floor then." They smile at each other, and move into the crowd of excited people.

Spike, Anya and Tara moved to the music. Anya and Tara shook their hair and hips, while Spike did a bump and grind in the middle. "This is really fun," said Tara, her face flushed.

"Almost as fun as sex," said Anya as she grinned. "But nearly as sweaty."

They all cracked up. A slow number came on, and they looked at each other uncertainly. Spike grabbed them both around the waist and moved them to the music. "I’ve been known to satisfy two woman at once," he said sultrily.

Anya laughed, looking over at the witch. "Yeah, Tara. The Clan of Aurelius, boy, there’s a kinky bunch. I heard about this one time…"

Willow appeared with two flutes of champagne. Tara looked relieved and gave Willow a warm kiss. They moved into each other’s arms as they drank and danced.

Anya snaked her arms around Spike’s neck, and looked up at him. "I wish I could have champagne," she sulked.

‘Do you want me to get you some sparkling cider? Club soda? Juice?" asked Spike helpfully.

She smiled. "Buffy’s training you right. Very mannerly."

"I aim to please," he said saucily as he bent her backward in an enthusiastic, deep dip.

As he brought her back up, he noticed the hand over her mouth and the olive tinge of her skin.

"I’m going to be sick," she murmured as she rushed away.

"I’m sorry, love, " he called after her, "didn’t mean to…" He turned around and bumped into Xander and Buffy. "There’s something wrong with Anya," he explained to Xander, concerned.

‘What happened?" said Xander, panicked.

"I was dancing with her and she said that she was sick and ran away. I think she was going to go heave," said Spike.

The tension left Xander’s face. "That’s normal, Spike. She has morning sickness because of the pregnancy. Only for her, its more like around the clock sickness."

Buffy handed Spike a flute of champagne. ‘It’s perfectly fine, Spike. Every woman goes through it."

He looked at her thoughtfully. "It must be hard on you, though, Xander. Watching the woman you love suffer like that."

Xander smiled. "It is, but she says it’s worth it. She never thought that it would be her, that she would have a child of her own. It means everything to her."

Spike turned his head to look at Buffy, but found her eyes were already on him. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

The emcee came out onto the stage. "Okay everybody! It’s one minute until the ball drops, so grab your bubbly and your honey!"

The noise level in the club rose as everyone prepared for the countdown. Buffy popped a paper top hat on Spike’s head and crowned herself with a plastic jeweled tiara. Willow handed Tara a noisemaker, throwing a ring of colored beads around her neck. Anya returned bearing two glasses of ginger ale. Xander took his glass and kissed his fiancée on the head, pulling her close as she sipped her drink.

"This is it folks!" screamed the emcee into the microphone. "Out with the old and in with the new!" Everyone cheered, the din so loud it filled the huge space. The crowd screamed along with the emcee as he counted down. ‘Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" The band burst into ‘Auld Lang Syne."

The friends turned to each other and clinked glasses. "Happy New Year," they toasted. They drained their glasses. "May it be the best one ever," yelled Tara. Willow smiled as she pulled her in for a long, slow lip lock.

Spike drew in Buffy close to him. "This year, you’ll be my bride. It will definitely be the best year ever," he whispered as he brushed his lips to hers.

Xander stared into Anya’s eyes. "I am the luckiest guy in the world," he said, rubbing his hand over her stomach. She brought her lips gently to his.

The three couples kissed, lost in each other, as showers of sparkling confetti rained down from the ceiling.

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