Legacy

Part V

 

*Warning, contains pregnant sex. If you have anything against that, please skip this chapter.*

 

Spike entered his room with a towel draped across his shoulders, his thick, dark hair finally dry after his shower.  As he entered, rust colored eyes warmed as he saw her shifting repeatedly under the blankets in an attempt to get comfortable, unsuccessfully, from his perspective. 

 

“I can't lay on my back because then I gotta go pee…” She grumbled and shifted again. “I never could sleep on my back anyway. I can't wait until I can sleep on my stomach again...”

 

His towel was dropped on the nightstand then moved to the closet, pulling a small pillow from within.  Spike moved onto the bed from his side and made his way across the space between them on his knees.  "Lay on your side."  He commanded and watched as she did as asked. 

 

Faye barely withheld a gasp when one of his warm hands came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee.  Her bottom lip became clenched between her teeth as he coaxed her legs apart, easing the pillow between her knees. A sigh of pleasure slipped from her lips when some of the pressure on her lower back was relieved. The bed shifted as he knelt behind her and her sigh turned into a moan when she felt his strong fingers begin to carefully work at the tense sore muscles in her lower back.  Green eyes drifted closed and Faye lost the ability to care about the embarrassing sounds that were slipping from her. 

 

Spike, however, was very aware of the sounds as he kneaded the taut muscles of her lower back.  The burgeoning swell of her belly had been doing a number on her back, from what Jet had told him.  He could feel the knotted muscles beneath his fingertips, backing up the words of the older man.  The sounds though, were very reminiscent of that night so long ago.  That night where she lay beneath him; her breasts, her flat stomach, her soft skin, all so sensitive to his touch.  They way her emerald eyes seemed nearly dark with passion would be something that he never would forget. 

 

Many a night, he found himself thinking of that one night.  Thinking of how tight she was around him as he moved within her, taking away her fear and pain if only for the hours they spent moving against one another in that passion-filled embrace.  He would never forget sweet taste of her lips or the feeling of her arms holding him close.  No other woman had made him remember in such a way.  They had all became faceless blurs that were easily pushed to the back of his mind.

 

Faye had not.

 

And now she was having his child.

 

A smile that Spike was not aware upon his lips grew as his dual colored eyes closed, a content sigh escaping his lips while he continued to work her muscles. It wasn't long before a soft snore escaped her lips, causing Spike to chuckle as he gazed down at the peacefully sleeping mother-to-be.  Carefully, he eased himself down to lie on the soft mattress.  He watched as her back moved rhythmically with each breath that she took and decided to move. 

 

The bounty hunter moved to lie on his side, pressing his form against her back. He brought the sheets and blankets up to protect them against the ships cool air and eased his arm around her waist, his hand coming to rest on the side of her belly.  A grin of masculine pride nearly split his handsome face when he felt a jab against his palm, their little one seemingly answering to his touch and inadvertently drawing a grumble from Faye, though she remained asleep.

 

Shaking his head, Spike leaned forward and placed three soft kisses on her shoulder before allowing his eyes to close.  Surrounded in her scent, feeling the warmth of her body against his chest, he soon slipped into a peaceful, contented sleep.

 

=-=

 

Awareness came to Faye in layers and as the fuzziness that sleep had left in its wake slowly faded, the emerald-eyed woman became aware of three very important facts.  One; yet again, she had another peaceful nights sleep. Her back didn't even hurt her thanks to strong hands working at those very tight muscles the night before.  Two; said masseuse was currently pressed and curled around her, his hand resting on her belly, brushing against the bottom curve of her breast.  Three; a very male, and very firm part of the fighter behind her was pressed tightly against her rear.

 

Her cheeks instantly flared pink as Spike shifted behind her with a small moan.  She froze all movements and for a moment, even held her breath as she felt his hand roam a bit higher, coming to rest fully on her breast.  Exhaling slowly, Faye carefully turned to glance over her shoulder, only to find Spike still sleeping, curled against her.

 

She bit her bottom lip in frustration.  During his time away from them, Faye had been the unfortunate recipient of some very, very intense dreams.  Dreams that caused her to relive the night that she had shared with him as well dreams that were filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated sex.  Cool showers had become, and still were, her best friend because waking up coated in a fine sheen of sweat, breasts swollen and sensitive, and a slickness between her thighs that was more than enough for one lone female, only reminded her of what she was missing.  That she was alone and the father of her child had gone missing.

 

Sometimes those thoughts brought tears that mixed quickly with the spray of the shower.  Other times, though it made her sad, it also made her smile because without Spike, she wouldn't have her little one to dote on once he or she decided that it had enough with sparring with her kidneys and bladder.

 

A shuddering breath escaped her and at that same time, Spike shifted once more against her, sending a shock straight through her body.  The hand on her breast twitched a bit causing Faye to press her thighs together tightly, resisting the urge to rock back against him. 

 

'Goddamned hormones!' She ranted within her own mind, though she knew that she partly to blame, given her recent thoughts.  She fought valiantly, but it wasn't enough to keep the father of her child from stirring.

 

"Faye…wassswrong?" Spike slurred from behind her, feeling her tense body against his own.

 

For a moment, she contemplated feigning sleep, but she knew that the tension in her own body would never allow that to happen.  "I-its nothing…go back to sleep. It's still early."

 

Spike's mind cleared at hearing her stutter and awareness pierced its way through the sleep-generated fog.  Just as he was about to move to prop himself up, he felt what had caused her to tense.  "Shit, sorry Faye."  He moved his hips back, freeing his morning erection from its impromptu home and bringing his hand down to rest on her belly once more.  However, he felt his eyes widen ever so slightly when he was greeted with what sounded like a groan of disappointment.

 

"Faye…" He questioned at just above a whisper.  That small sound from the woman beside him caused a shiver to trace down his spine.  He watched as her arm shifted, bringing her pillow closer to her face.

 

A muffled 'Sorry' was heard from the violet haired woman who had apparently, buried her face within the pillow.

 

"Why are you sorry? I should be the one saying that."  He said and couldn't help but to give a small smile.

 

A few moments of silence passed before she rolled onto her back, her eyes closed as she let out a sigh.  The blush that tinted her cheeks was more than obvious to Spike, but he didn’t comment.

 

"It’s the hormones." She blurted softly, her eyes still closed as she attempted to calm herself down.  "I…I didn't want you to move away."

 

Spike understood immediately and brought his hand up to her cheek in a gentle caress.  "Faye, you shouldn't be embarrassed." He watched as she opened her eyes to reveal a certain darkness within them that he only had seen one night many months ago.  That gaze sent a pulse of warmth through his entire being and his length pulsed in response.

 

Sexual energy arched within the room and both occupants fought hard against its influence.  It was a losing battle and Spike was well aware of this.  How would he be able to walk away from her now?  There was something about Faye as she lay before him, gazing up to him with lust filled eyes, her body ripe with his child and with a burning need for something that he could give to her…for something he wanted more than anything to share with her…

 

Spike leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss, his hand moving to trail from the swell of her hip to the curve of her breast.  His lips captured a soft moan just as they pulled apart when the need for air became too great.

 

"Spike…" She breathed, capturing his lips once more in a kiss that was more passionate than the last.

 

His hand traced over the swell of her belly teasingly before moving up to brush against the hardened flesh of her nipple through the fabric of his pilfered shirt.  He pulled back and watched as she arched to his touch.  "What do you want, Faye?" He asked softly against her lips.

 

"You…"  She said and gave him a small yet sexy smile.

 

"Is it okay?  Safe, I mean." He asked, rubbing her belly to emphasize his words as he peppered her lips and cheeks with light kisses.  "I don't want to hurt either of you…"

 

She nodded and Spike would have sworn that he saw a small tear quickly make its way from the corner of her eye, though the smile remained on her lips.  "Yes…I'm healthy and the doctors and books say it's all right…"

 

A masculine smile caused the corners of the fighter's mouth to turn upwards as he moved to his knees and helped her to sit up a bit, helping her out of his t-shirt and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.  Strong hands inched their way up her legs to the waist of her satin panties.  His eyes never leaving hers, he inched the material down her thighs and eventually, they joined the shirt somewhere within their quarters.

 

'Gods…' He thought to himself as he stared down at her.  She was glowing…there was no words that he could think of that could describe her at this moment.  Now Spike wasn't a poetic man, but seeing her so full of life, so beautiful, there just weren't any other words that his desire laden mind could come up with that would full describe the thoughts that were running through him.

 

"I said it once before Faye," His eyes roamed suggestively over her exposed form, taking in the sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her flushed cheeks, and the glistening folds of her sex.  "You are beautiful…hell, you may be even more beautiful right now…"

 

"Flatterer." Faye accused with a smile though she could feel the heat in her cheeks increase at his words.  She watched as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, shedding his boxers.  The swollen length of him, pressed nearly flush against his abdomen caused her to unconsciously lick her lips. 

 

That was enough for the wild haired man.  Spike made his way onto the bed and coaxed her to her knees.  Leaning back against the pillows, he brought her to straddle his thighs.  He brushed his cheek against her breast, drawing a pleased yet shuddering sigh from the woman above him as he moved to her left nipple.  Gazing up at her, the fighter flicked his tongue out against the pebbled flesh of her nipple, his hand trailing down to her sex in the process. 

 

Faye couldn't help but to cry out softly at the feeling of his tongue swirling around her pert nipple. His fingers simultaneously teased the bundle of nerves hidden within her wet petals.  Her hips began to move against his hand wantonly as she took his sex in her hand.  She marveled at the how hard he felt as he pulsed in her hand while she slowly pumped him.

 

It had been so long…so many nights they had dreamed of one another. How he dreamed of sliding into her heated channel…how her own dreams of him filling her with his essence as they both reached the climax brought on by that age-old dance.  She couldn't wait any longer and from the dazed, lustful look he gave her as he teased her nipple with his dexterous tongue, neither could he.

 

"Spike…" She managed, her throat tight, watching him pull back from her heavy breasts.

 

"I know…I need you too, Faye…"

 

He watched as she carefully placed him at her entrance as he placed his hands on her hips.  He let her set the pace, still worried, despite her assurances of hurting her.  He wanted her to show him how much she could take.  Spike moaned loudly, his fingertips digging into her hips slightly as she slowly began to lower herself on his shaft.  The tightness that surrounded him was amazing! She was even tighter than he remembered!  But Spike found himself gritting his teeth in order to control himself as she began to ripple around him in the throws of orgasm.

 

"Faye…oh gods, don't move." He wrapped his arms around her as she collapsed against him, her face hidden in the crook of his shoulder.  There was no way that he was going to let this end before they truly began.

 

=-=

 

Faye did her best to remain still around her lover as her body pulsed around him.  Never before had she been brought to orgasm by simply taking a man into her body.  It felt amazing, but she wanted more…much more and she knew that he could give her what she wanted.

 

It was with that thought, that Faye realized that she couldn't picture anyone else that she would want to bring her this type of ecstasy.  Was it the hormones talking again? Was it something much, much more than lust-addled desire?  She knew that it was something well beyond simply caring for him, but could she say for sure that it was love that she felt for him?

 

'No…' she thought, as she kissed along his collarbone. 'Not love…not yet. But…but maybe not for long…'  She admitted and smiled against his skin. 

 

"Spike…" She purred softly as she held him tighter.  "I really…missed you…"

 

 

=-=

 

He held her tighter when he heard her confession, running his hand up and down the silky skin of her back as the clenching of her sheath around him eased.  He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "I missed you too…" He replied.

 

Feeling the control return to his body once more, he rolled his hips upwards in an almost torturously sensual thrust.  His lover moaned, her body shaking against his as he repeated the action.

His hand moved down to caress the curve of her stomach as he took her right nipple into his mouth,  gently suckling and teasing her wonderful breasts.

 

'Oh shit…she feels so good…' He thought as she impaled herself on his sword, her hips occasionally stopping on the down stroke when she rotated her hips in a slow circle.  Her exquisite silken sheath graced him with the occasional ripple, drawing a soft cry from him.  He wanted nothing more than to bathe her canal with his essence and as she increased her pace, he knew that it wouldn't be long.

 

His hands moved between their bodies, seeking out her pearl once more.  "Faye…don't hold back." He managed before drawing her nipple into his mouth once more.  His eyes widened in surprise when a warm sweetness flowed into his mouth. The taste was oddly familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

Drawing back, he watched, almost fascinated as a white droplet formed from the tip of her nipple.  He felt her motions stop and looked up to see her face darken in the dim lighting with what he assumed was embarrassment.  Meeting her eyes, he didn’t look away as he moved forward once more, collecting that droplet on the tip of his tongue as he thrust up into her heat.

 

Faye tossed her head back and let out a whimper, her embarrassment at her body's natural reaction to his suckling forgotten.  Her hands entwined in his soft hair and she felt his hands grip her hips as he began to meet her thrusts, causing her to cry out with each thrust.  Her senses became overloaded when he began to attack her breasts with his mouth once more and she had no desire to stop him in the slightest.

 

=-=

 

She trembled against his body, moaning his name softly as she held his head close to her chest. Spike couldn't help but to smile against her breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple and sucking lightly, only to be rewarded once more with her body's natural sweetness.  His hand trailed across her hip to her navel before slipping down to the folds of her sex. 

 

He explored those glistening petals with his fingers, letting out a groan of his own when he felt their connection.  He was like steel as he moved in and out of her body, coated in mixture of her own moisture and his precum.  Fingers ran up to her hood, teasing her clitoris and causing her hips to falter in their rhythm.

 

"Spike…" She whimpered softly. "I-I can't…please…"

 

He knew she was close, and the heat that was coiling in his own loins and he was determined that they would go over the edge together.  He lifted her hips slightly and pushed into her faster, rubbing that little bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.  He could feel her silken walls tremble around him. One, two, three thrusts later and she cried out, his cock became clamped tightly by her womanhood. 

 

Spike forced his eyes to remain open as he moaned her name, filling her with his seed as he gazed up at her with heavy lidded eyes.  Her head was tossed back, mouth slightly open as she rode the waves of pleasure that shook them both to the core. He ran his hands over her body then wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to collapse against his stronger form. 

 

Their breaths came in pants as they came down from their sexual high.  Faye placed soft kisses along his neck as he ran his fingers up and down her spine, simply enjoying being in each other's arms.  He spoke to her softly, telling her how amazing she felt and sexy she was.

 

In that moment, Faye believed every word that he said and whispered her own sentiments, telling him how she thought about him when he was away.  She even told him of her anger at him for leaving after she had found she was pregnant, but was brief in its duration. She knew that being mad at him was simply her missing him being there with them.

 

Faye leaned back and they both looked between their bodies to where they were joined.  He had grown soft, yet was still imbedded within her body.  Strong fingers grasped her chin, tilting her gaze to meet his own as a soft kiss was placed on her lips before he shifted his hips, allowing his manhood to slip free. She moaned softly against his lips at the action.

 

Her legs felt like spaghetti as he helped her from his thighs and in that same moment, her face contorted, drawing a worried look from the fighter.

 

"You okay, Faye?" He moved to his knees beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. 

 

She winced and chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry…but I think I need your help.  Bathroom.  Little one is awake and playing chopsticks on my bladder.  My legs are a little shaky, but it was worth it."

 

Spike laughed and quickly got out of bed, grabbing her robe.  He pulled his boxers on before helping her to cover up before leading her to the bathroom across the hall from their new quarters. 

 

He leaned against the wall, shivering a bit feeling the cool metal against his back.  He didn't have to wait long until she came out and she was helped back across the hall. He could tell that she was tired because their morning activities had drained him a bit as well.

 

They both stripped out of the clothes they had donned and crawled back into bed. Spike immediately pulled her against him allowing warmth to filter back into their bodies, and soon Faye found her eyes closing.

 

"Coconut…"  Spike mumbled to himself.

 

"What?"  Faye opened her eyes, looking up to him in confusion.

 

"You taste a little like coconut.  Sweet like coconut milk…very tasty."  He smirked and kissed her forehead when she blushed.

 

"You, Spike, are a pervert." Faye pouted playfully when he laughed at her and shook his head.  "I've been eating a lot of coconut…a craving lately…dipped in chocolate sauce and whipped cream…" She sighed happily before continuing.  "The books say that could happen…"

 

"Your milk would start to taste like what you eat?" He asked curiously. He had never had much contact with pregnant women so things such as this were new to him.  He was rewarded with a nod.  "Interesting."

 

"I'm going to sleep now, Spike." She closed her eyes and ignored his amused chuckle.  "If you want to know more, you're more than welcome to borrow one of my books…" She yawned.

 

It wasn't long before the young mother-to-be was fast asleep once more.  Spike placed a kiss on the top of her head before allowing himself to join her in a sated, peaceful slumber.

 

Author's Note:



Ugh, I have the flu right now…I was going to make this chapter longer, but I say 3,700 words is sufficient for now. I felt like doing a little porn, so yeah…I think my bit of Cowboy bebop porn/fluffiness is drawing to a close pretty soon here. I'd say a chapter or so. I'm not sure what I'm going to choose as far as names go, and I'm STILL trying to decide on the sex. I'm open to name suggestions for both boys and girls.



Addressing a few things in this chapter:1) Yes, its okay for Faye to have sex so far along as long as the mother and child are healthy and its not painful up until the birth of the baby. Certain medical conditions discourage sex though, (like having short cervix, bleeding, placenta previa, etc) and sometimes a woman can have contractions afterwards (sometimes just from having the breasts stimulated), but I chose that Faye would not. What fun would that be if she started having contractions after having sex with hot Spike?



2) Hormones can make a pregnant woman more sexually aroused. Some women feel even more sexy pregnant than not because of the enhanced curves of their bodies. The woman can be more sensitive down there and depending on the person, become a lot wetter than they normally would get.



3) Breast milk…hehe, from what I've read and personally heard from friends, it tends to take on the taste of what the mother-to-be eats. Since Faye has had a thing for coconut…see where I'm going with that? lol

With that stuff out of the way…hey, its fanfiction, but I try to stay true to medical things whenever I can. Anyway, feel free to leave name suggestions!