Biology – Chapter Eight

Three weeks later…

Willow and Oz were adapting well to parenthood. Maria was the apple of Oz’s eye and he didn’t even try to pretend otherwise. When Maria easily slipped into her night time sleeping routine, Giles attempted to hide his jealousy. He wasn’t very successful.

Joyce had returned to the States two weeks after Maria was born. Many tears were shed as the Gileses, the Osbournes, and Xander and Anya said goodbye to her at Heathrow. She promised her grandchildren that she would come back for a visit soon.

Buffy made a mental note to talk to Giles about bringing Joyce out to England permanently. She had seemed to love the country and the people and Buffy was sure that she and Giles would be able to find her a house with no real difficulty.

Dr. Kiffling had been correct in his assumption that once Buffy came off the pill things would calm down somewhat. She still felt an urgency, but it was not the overwhelming desire to throw her husband down at any given moment. Their lovemaking sessions were still very frequent, but they were just that…lovemaking sessions. They weren’t the raw and unbridled lust-fuelled sessions that had been the norm for a while.

They had made love that afternoon while Braden was in school and Lucas was at daycare. Giles had come home for lunch, something he had decided he didn’t do nearly often enough.

Haddie had gone down for her nap and Giles looked into his wife’s eyes. It was only moments before they found themselves undressed and on the floor.

Amelia had shaken her head in amusement when he returned to work an hour and a half later that she expected. He mumbled a half-hearted apology as she followed him into his office.

He was second in command at the Council. He didn’t actually need permission for an extended lunch. But, there was a lot of work that needed to be done.

He came home late from work, but still in time to read Lucas a bedtime story as Buffy taught Braden the proper way to hold and use a stake. After the boys had gone to bed for the night and they checked in on a sleeping Haddie, they made their way back to the living room.

Buffy helped him research a nest of demons that had been spotted on the Scottish border. After they had gone through four books, their eyes met and they shared a warm smile.

And now, here they were…in their bed at two o’clock in the morning.

He smiled down at her, love shining brightly in his eyes as he slowly moved within her. She lifted her hips to meet his, her hand pressing against the scar on his chest.

“What…are you smiling…at?” She panted heavily as she came down from her third orgasm.

“You. Simply you.” He replied softly, leaning down to run his tongue along her bottom lip.

She moaned and shifted, lifting her legs around his hips. He groaned lowly at the change of angle and pressed harder into her.

“What are you thinking…right now?” He asked softly.

She emitted a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a gasp. “Not sure…my mind is capable…”

He grinned and lowered his head, licking a bead of sweat from her neck. “Would you like to know what I’m thinking?”

“Uh-huh…” She muttered and moved her hands to his sides.

“I’m thinking…how utterly gorgeous you are…underneath me. How beautiful your skin is when it’s flushed from exertion.”

“Giles…”

He smiled, supporting his weight with his left hand on the mattress next to her head as he slid his right to her hip. “And what an amazing sight it is to watch you come…over and over. My God, I love to watch you come.”

“Oh God…” She gasped, digging her nails into his sides as she tightened her legs around him.

“Yes, Buffy…God, yes…come for me…” He groaned and quickened his strokes.

As if on command, she bit her lip, her inner muscles rippling against his thick cock as he continued to thrust. Her fluids bathed his erection and he gasped at the sensation. Her tired legs fell from his hips, her fingers flexing uncontrollably against his ribcage.

“Giles…please…” She whimpered, her body writhing beneath him.

He slowed his thrusts and tenderly ran his hand down her chest, between her breasts. “Do you want me to come, love?”

She licked her parched lips and nodded.

“I’m so close…” He whispered softly, gazing into her glazed eyes.

Her nails scratched at his skin, her entire body trembling as he continued rocking his hips against her. “Giles…”

“Alright…” He smiled as he leaned down, covering her mouth with his as he shifted and hooked his arms under her knees.

He swallowed her screams of ecstasy as he quickened his strokes, plunging deeper into her with each thrust. His groans rumbled in his chest, vibrating against hers as he suddenly stiffened and came violently within her.

He tore his mouth from hers and dropped his head to her shoulder. “Christ…”

She gasped for breath, nodding as she mumbled her agreement. Her shaking fingers wound through his sweat-drenched hair as she held him. “Love you.”

He smiled, shifting his exhausted body to lie next to her. “I love you. Are you al – ”

His question ended abruptly as they looked into each other’s eyes, mirroring one another’s wide smiles. She covered his hand with hers as he splayed his across her abdomen.

“We did it.” She whispered, her voice tinged with mild surprise.

“Yes, we did.” He whispered in return, his fingers gently rubbing against her skin.

She met his eyes and grinned. “That’s something we never did find out, isn’t it?”

“Hm?”

“You know…how you can feel it at the same time I do.”

“Oh.” He lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers in a loving gesture. “No…but, does it really matter?”

She shook her head slowly, sighing happily as he pulled her into his arms. “I guess not, but…I have a theory.”

He raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand to brush the damp hair back from her face. “Do you?”

“Mm-hm.” Her fingers glided over the thorned scar on his chest. “I think it’s because of our Bond. I mean…Amelia has said that there are no records of a Watcher/Slayer Bond as strong as ours…”

He smiled lovingly and kissed her again. “I approve of your theory…”

When she giggled softly, he pulled back and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“What is it?”

She shook her head, her smile turning to a grin. “I just thought of something.”

His hand found its way back to her abdomen as he kissed her cheek. “Mm-hm…what was your thought?”

“This is the first time we’ve gotten pregnant in our bed.”

His brow furrowed slightly. “Lucas was conceived in a bed…”

“Yeah, but not our bed. Braden happened in the library in our house in Sunnydale.”

Giles grinned at the memory and gave her a nod, requesting her to continue.

“Lucas was in that hotel in the middle of nowhere the night Sunnydale imploded.”

He sighed softly and rubbed his fingers against her skin. “Yes…”

“Haddie…in front of the fire in the living room while Ru and Lucas were spending the night with Oz and Willow.”

“Mm…that was such a wonderful evening.”

“Yeah…it really, really was…” She chuckled as his eyes darkened, the memories of that night obviously flooding his mind. “But, this one…our last one…is the only one to be conceived in our own bed. How weird is that?”

He smiled softly and pulled her snugly against his chest. “I wouldn’t exactly say it’s weird.”

“No? What would you say then?” She grinned and looked into his eyes.

He shrugged a shoulder and gave a sigh of contentment. “I would say that our children are as unique as we are…and so it would be not unusual that their conceptions would take place in different areas…”

She rolled her eyes, obviously amused. “Which is a good way of saying it’s weird.”

“Perhaps.” He chuckled deeply.

After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat. “Um…do you…well, do you know?”

She tilted her head and looked up at him. “Know what?”

He grazed his fingertips over her stomach and licked his lips. “The sex. Do you know the sex of the baby?”

Her brow furrowed in thought. “That’s something I don’t get. I mean…you know the moment I get pregnant, but…you never know if it’s a boy or a girl until I tell you. I wonder why that is?”

“I don’t know.” He whispered and took a deep breath. “But, you do? You know what it is?”

“Yeah, I do.” She breathed softly as she rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs.

He gazed up at her, moving his hands up over her abdomen to brush his fingertips along the underside of her breasts before sliding them back to her hips. “Tell me?”

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward and ran her hands through the hair on his chest. “You sure you wanna know?”

He nodded silently, inhaling sharply as her fingernail scraped over his nipple. She lowered her head and kissed his lips before trailing a warm path of kisses along his jaw. He groaned softly as she tugged on his earring before nipping his earlobe lightly with her teeth.

“Buffy…”

She smiled, her breath warm against him as she whispered in his ear.

“We’re having another boy. You okay with that?”

He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. “God, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered softly, nuzzling the side of his neck. “I thought maybe you’d want two and two…”

“Look at me, Buffy.”

She lifted her head and gazed into his glistening eyes. “Giles?”

He raised his hand, trailing his fingers along her jaw. “I want a healthy baby. I would have been equally happy with either a boy or a girl.”

She exhaled slowly, hearing the absolute truth in his voice. “What do you want to name him?”

He chuckled and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her towards his lips. “We have five months to decide. Right now…I think I’d like to make love with you again.”

She grinned as she felt him harden beneath her. “As long as we’re not going for another marathon. I’m not sure I can take that again…”

“As you wish, my love.” He whispered a split second before their lips met once more.

~ End