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"DADDY!"
Spike was jerked rudely out of a very nice dream
he'd been having, involving Buffy and melted
chocolate.
He opened his eyes and beheld his five year old
daughter standing next to the sofa. Her cheeks were
streaked
with tears and there was a smear of....
"Katherine!" he choked, horrified. "What happened,
baby?"
Leaping
up off the sofa, he scooped her up and carried
his sobbing child into the kitchen. He sat her on the
counter and tore
off a sheet of paper toweling. After
wetting it, he dabbed gently at the blood on her chin.
"Alex puthed me!" she
wailed piteously.
Feeling the steam beginning to rise in him, Spike beat
back his anger and examined Katie's face
for an injury.
He'd take care of her first...then go after Alex.
There were no scratches or cuts anywhere on her
baby
soft skin, but he could see traces of blood in
her mouth.
"Open your mouth, Katie," he instructed her.
As
he'd suspected, she'd bitten her tongue.
"Whereth Mommy?" Katie asked, wiping her eyes
on the back of her hand.
"Mommy's at the store, sweetie," he said, digging
around in the freezer, hoping he would find what he
needed.
"Here, baby." He pulled a box of Popsicles
out and opened it. "This'll make it feel better."
Katie sniffled and
looked up at him, her bright blue
eyes swimming in tears. "What kind?" she asked in a
wobbly voice.
Spike examined
the box. "Cherry, orange, or lemon-lime"
he reported.
"Cherry," Katie requested.
After he'd had her rinse
her mouth out with water, he
held her on his lap and peeled the paper off the Popsicle
for her. "Tell Daddy what happened,
baby."
Katie leaned back in her father's arms, her favorite
place to be cuddled. "Alex ith mean, Daddy," she said,
sucking
on the frozen treat. "He puthed me down and
I bited my tongue."
It took all of his determination to keep Spike
from
leaving the house and hunting down the little bully who
had hurt his baby. Alex Mitchell, the hellion next door,
was
a year older than Katie and nearly twice her
size.
He had never liked that boy. The second the Mitchells
had
moved into the neighborhood, Spike had known
the little thug was gonna be a problem.
And now...here it was! After
several years of peace
and domestic bliss....he was going to have to kill
someone.
"Listen, baby," he said softly,
kissing the top of Katie's
head, "I'm sure Alex didn't mean to push you down on
purpose, did he?" **He'd better not
have**
"Yeth, Daddy," his little one lisped. "He needsth a time
out!"
**He needs a swift kick in the...**
"Hey! Where is everybody?" Buffy called out from the
foyer.
"Mommyth home," Katie mumbled around her dripping
Popsicle.
"In the kitchen, babe!" he yelled, setting Katie on her
feet.
Buffy walked in with a bag of groceries in
her arms. She
took one look at her husband's face and asked, "What's
wrong?"
"Alexth puthed me and made me be
bloody," Katie
piped up, her lips sticky from the melting Popsicle.
"What?" Buffy asked, kneeling next to her daughter.
"Alex
pushed you?"
Katie nodded, tears welling up again in her eyes. "I bited
my tongue," she announced, opening
her mouth for her
mother. "Theee?"
Buffy frowned and examined Katie's injury. The bleeding
had already stopped,
but she could see a very slight
swollen spot on the side of the little girl's tongue.
She glanced at her husband,
then smiled at Katie. "Want
to go and watch Sesame Street for a while, punkin?" she
asked.
Katie nodded happily,
forgetting all about her sore tongue.
After Buffy ushered her into the front room and turned
the TV on for her,
she returned to the kitchen and con-
fronted her angry spouse. "Calm down."
Spike was ready to put his fist through
the wall. Al-
though he'd managed not to go off in front of Katie, he
was rapidly losing what little control he had
over his
temper.
"Calm down?" he repeated softly. "That little monster
next door...shoves our little girl and
causes her to bite
her tongue...she..." He slammed his hand down on the
counter. "Damn it....she could have bitten part
of it off!"
he said angrily, then composed his features. "I'm gonna
kill him."
Buffy caught hold of his arm
as he prepared to head
out the door on his mission of vengeance. "You can't
kill Alex," she informed him. "He's six
years old."
"He's never gonna see seven," Spike replied matter-
of-factly.
She tightened her grip. "Plus...it's
the middle of the
afternoon. A nice, bright, sunny afternoon."
"I don't give a shit," he hissed, leaning closer.
"It'll
be worth the risk."
Buffy was saved from having to respond by Katie calling
for her father. "Daddy! Come
do counting wif me."
"There," Buffy said, releasing his arm. "Katie wants
you."
It was the only thing that
kept him in the house. Spike
never refused his princess anything. If she wanted Daddy
to come and do counting with her,
that's what Daddy
would be doing, for as long as she wanted.
"I'm coming, baby," he called out.
"Can I
have another popthicle?" she asked.
"Yes, Katie," Buffy answered. "Daddy will bring you another
Popsicle." She
retrieved the box from the freezer and handed
it to him. "Listen," she said quietly. "You stay here and
take care of
the baby. I'll go next door and talk to Linda."
Only slightly mollified, Spike nodded. "You make sure that
little
troll apologizes to Katie," he demanded.
Buffy patted his arm. "Okay, Daddy Bear," she nodded. "Go
give Katie her
popsicle."
*************************************************
She was home again in less than five
minutes. Walking
into the front room, she picked up the TV remote and
switched the set off.
"Mommy!" Katie
protested from her seat in Spike's
lap. "I wath doing A, B, thees."
Buffy folded her arms across her chest and
stared at
her daughter. "I was just next door talking with Alex's
mommy," she said, holding up one hand when Spike
opened
his mouth to speak. "It turns out that there was
a little more to the story than Katie was telling us."
Spike
frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Katie plunged her thumb into her mouth and wriggled
deeper into her father's
lap.
"Do you want to tell Daddy what happened?" Buffy
asked. "Or do you want Mommy to do it?"
"Alexth
puthed me," the little girl said around a mouth-
ful of thumb. "He made me bite my tongue."
Buffy narrowed her
eyes slightly. "And why did Alex
push you?"
"Cauth he'th mean."
"No...try again."
Spike set his
daughter on her feet in front of him, but kept
her close, suspecting that the story wasn't gonna put
her in a favorable
light.
"Tell Daddy what you were doing when Alex pushed you,"
Buffy said.
Katie squirmed in her father's
hands. "I need to go potty,"
she announced, tugging at the straps of her pink corduroy
overalls.
"You just went
potty," Spike said.
She paused to think. "I need to go poopie," she
offered instead.
Her parents exchanged
a glance. "I'm sure you can hold
it for a minute," Buffy said sternly. "Now, tell Daddy...take
your thumb out of your
mouth, Katherine...tell Daddy what
game you were playing with Alex."
Katie stared at her shoes. "Candyland," she
confessed.
Spike closed his eyes for a moment. He already
knew what was coming.
For all her considerable
charm and winning ways, his
little girl was a domineering tyrant when the Candyland
board hit the rug. She had very
definite ideas about
how the game was to be played, sometimes going so
far as to change the rules in mid-game to suit
herself.
Worse yet, she was a notoriously poor sport when it
came to losing. It wasn't uncommon for her to actually
fling
the board into the air and scream, "No fair!" if
another player reached the Candy Castle first.
Buffy was trying
diligently to break Katie of this habit,
placing the blame for this particular problem squarely
at Spike's doorstep.
The child had inherited her father's
"My way or the highway" attitude, made worse by the
fact that, when HE played with
her, he always made
sure to let her win.
"Katherine Rose?" Buffy prompted, a warning implicit
in her tone of
voice. "Were you playing Candyland with
Alex?"
"Yeth."
"What color was your gingerbread man?"
"Blue."
"What color did you want?"
"Red."
"Who already had the red one?"
"Alexth."
"And you
told Alex that YOU wanted the red one?"
"Yeth."
"What did Alex say?"
"No."
"Did you try and
take it away from him?"
"Yeth."
"Did he let you?"
"No."
"Did Alex hold it behind his back?"
"Yeth."
"Did you get mad?"
"Yeth."
"Did you pull his hair and refuse to let go?"
"Uh-huh."
"And did you call him a 'bloody stupid little git' ?"
Spike winced, slapping one hand to his forehead.
"Yeth."
During Buffy's interrogation, Katie sighed,
wiggled, stared at her feet, sucked her thumb,
removed it from
her mouth, examined it, returned
it to her mouth, draped herself backwards over her
father's knee, broke her Popsicle
stick in half and
tried to put it back together....all this without ever
once looking her mother in the eye.
"Do
you have something that belongs to
Alex?" Buffy asked.
The little girl shrugged and put her hand in her
pocket.
"Show Daddy what's in your pocket."
Katie brought her hand out and opened her small
fist, revealing a red
plastic gingerbread man.
************************************************
An hour later...
Buffy closed
Katie's bedroom door halfway, then
went downstairs in search of her husband.
After literally dragging her child
next door, she
made Katie return the purloined game piece and
apologize, then took her home and sent her up-
stairs
to her room.
This was the absolute last thing Katie wanted to
do. She loved her bedroom and everything in
it....unless
she was told to go there.
Overly tired, the little girl protested the punish-
ment shrilly, pitching a tantrum
of ridiculous
proportions.
No amount of screaming, crying, or promising to be
good swayed Buffy's intent. In
the bedroom she was,
and in the bedroom she would stay.
Spike, on the other hand, was completely undone
by his
daughter's unhappiness, forcing Buffy
to stand guard at Katie's door to keep him from
going in and rescuing her.
Unable
to bear it, he'd had to go downstairs when
his baby cried, "Daddy! Come get me! I wanna
get up, Daddy!"
The
heartbroken sobbing finally eased up as the
child cried herself to sleep. Buffy had opened the
door as quietly as she
could, and took a peek in-
side.
Katie was curled up in the middle of her pink and
white canopy bed, arms wrapped
snugly around her
stuffed bunny rabbit.
An occasional hiccuping sob was the only sound
in the room.
********************************************
She
found her child's father in the living room. He
was sitting on the sofa, looking absolutely wretched.
The expression
on his face brought back memories
of Katie's visits to her pediatrician. Every time the
baby had to have an inoculation
she would scream
as though the nurse was amputating her arm without
benefit of anesthesia.
Spike would hold
her on his lap, and turn even paler
than he already was. Buffy had even had to nudge him
hard one time when she'd heard
the ominous growl he'd
directed at the nurse who was, after all, just doing her
job.
When the needle was withdrawn
and the band-aid
applied, he would take Katie out of the exam room
immediately, leaving Buffy to gather up their things
and
listen to the doctor's instructions.
Once he'd soothed her, he would spend the rest of
the afternoon carrying her
everywhere they went, in-
dulging her every whim, and spoiling her rotten.
Buffy had actually suggested once that
he stay home
when the baby needed her shots, but he had looked
at her as though she'd uttered the most ridiculous
and
laughable commentary he'd ever heard, and she'd
dropped the subject.
All Katie's life, Spike had always been the
one to
respond to her first. Every time she cried, he abandoned
whatever he was doing and picked her up. Her diapers
barely
had a chance to get wet before he had the
old one off and the fresh one in place.
He couldn't stand to hear her
cry for any reason,
and there was nothing he wouldn't do to make her
happy.
****************************************************
Buffy sat down next to him on the sofa. "You
okay?"
Spike didn't answer the question. He looked at her
and
said, "She's just a baby."
"I know," she replied, searching for the right
thing to say. "But she'll be starting
kindergarten
in September, and she has to learn how to handle
things without resorting to...violence."
He frowned.
"I s'pose you think that's MY fault."
Buffy made an exasperated face. "Yes, Spike. That's
exactly what I think.
You've been going into her room
and whispering subliminal messages in her ear
while she sleeps."
Sitting back
on the sofa, Spike folded his arms
across his chest, the scowl deepening on his
face. "He could've just given her the
piece she
wanted," he grumbled. "Saved all the trouble
in the first place, the bloody stupid little...." His
voice
trailed off when he caught Buffy's
eye. "What?"
Buffy honestly didn't know whether to laugh or be
angry. Spike
was such a creature of impulse. He
usually spoke without thinking first and always said
exactly what he felt. He never
sugarcoated any-
thing....except with the baby.
"Listen," she finally said, taking his hand. "This
isn't the
end of the world. Alex is all right, and
Katie wasn't hurt, so..."
"Wasn't hurt?" he demanded loudly. "What the
hell
do you mean....she wasn't hurt? That....that BOY
just had his hair yanked. Katie was BLEEDING for
god's sake."
"Ow!" Buffy tugged her hand away when his
fingers clamped down. "I meant...I MEAN...she
just bit her tongue
a little. You couldn't even
really see it."
Spike looked at her as though she'd begun speaking
Mandarin Chinese.
"You could so see it!" he insisted
vehemently. "Did you even LOOK properly?"
"I looked!" she replied. "It was a
teeny little swelling."
"Maybe you should have your eyes checked," he
informed her. "It was a wound....and it
could have been
worse. And," he added. "It was very painful for her. Tongues
are sensitive, you know."
Buffy
could see him preparing to get all worked up
again. His dark blue eyes blazed with renewed anger
in a way she hadn't
seen in a long time...a way that
aroused her own emotions in a very different manner.
Maybe....she could refocus
some of the energy he
was channeling into a more pleasurable direction.
"Tongues are sensitive," she agreed. "Maybe
I missed
something when I looked. Why don't you," she smiled
and moved a little closer, "show me where the boo-boo
was."
"It was on her...her..." He turned and looked at Buffy,
then did a double take, sensing....something, "The side
of...of..."
"Show me," she murmured, cupping his jaw in her
hand. "Open wide."
Spike raised his eyebrows, then looked
his wife right
in the eye and obediently opened his mouth. The tip of
his tongue pressed against the back of his upper
front
teeth for a moment, then crept out and touched the middle
of his upper lip.
Buffy felt an immediate rush
of heat in her loins at this
display. Her husband was, in her opinion, the sexiest and
handsomest man walking the earth.
His physical beauty
was apparent to anyone lucky enough to see it, but his
sexuality was saved only for her.
She
found every part of his body wildly attractive,
and his tongue was no exception. In fact, his tongue
was the rule...
Plump, and pink, and juicy...and did he know just what
to do with it. That tongue of his drove her to insane levels
of
lust and ever increasing heights of satisfaction when
he used it on her.
He lifted it so she could see underneath,
then moved
it to one side. "It wath white ere" he mumbled, grinning
idiotically.
"Hmmm," she said, tilting her
head to one side. "Here?"
She placed her finger in the middle of his tongue and
kind of nudged it over.
Spike
immediately closed his lips around her
probing finger, sucking it gently. "Mm-hmm."
Inspired, Buffy began to slide
her finger in and out of
his mouth, simulating the kind of motion he normally
performed in hers with his dick.
His
eyes rolled slightly before he let them drift
closed and sucked harder on her finger. She could
feel the cool moisture
of his tongue as it swirled
around the very tip of her finger.
When she pulled it out of his mouth, his tongue
followed
and he licked the palm of her hand from
her wrist to the tip of her middle finger. When he
was finished, he opened
his eyes and smiled.
"Have you ever had a tongue bath?" he asked her,
using that low down, sexy voice that always
made
her quiver.
"No," she said, almost purring as his hand stroked
the side of her face. "But it sounds like
fun."
Spike glanced at the clock. "Katie'll be asleep for
at least an hour...maybe longer since she didn't have
a
nap this morning."
"What are you saying?" Buffy asked, nuzzling his
hand.
"Let's go upstairs," he whispered
hotly, leaning forward
and licking her ear. "And I'll demonstrate the art of
tongue bathing."
**************************************************
They stopped at Katie's bedroom door and looked
in on her.
She hadn't budged from the position she'd
been in
when Buffy had last seen her, and she was sleeping
so soundly that they could hear a soft snoring coming
from
her stuffy nose.
Looking back at her husband, Buffy mouthed "She's
all right," and pulled the door nearly all the
way closed.
Spike nodded and took her hand, leading her down
the hallway to their own bedroom. With the door closed
behind
them, he wrapped his arms around Buffy and
lifted her clear off the floor, melding his mouth over hers.
Kissing
was an integral part of their love play, and
they did it well and thoroughly. They were adept at every
type of kiss...from
the hard, fast ones, with just their
lips meeting...to the long, lingering, moist ones that
involved their tongues
and teeth, as well.
Walking her across the room, Spike eased his wife down
on the bed. He knelt beside her and
began to unbutton
her shirt. When she tried to return the favor, he stopped
her.
"Not yet," he teased. "Gotta
give you a good seeing to
first."
Buffy liked the sound of that so much that she didn't
protest at all.
When
her shirt was completely unbuttoned, he eased it
down her arms and tossed it to the floor. Her bra, a "barely
there"
confection of pink lace and satin, posed no barrier
to him, and he made quick work of stripping it off her.
Although
tempted to get started right then and there,
Spike forced himself to continue his work until she was
completely naked
from head to toe. Her lightly tanned
skin felt silky beneath his fingers as he moved his hands
over her body.
Then,
starting at her hairline, Buffy's husband gave her
the promised lesson....Tongue Bathing 101.
***************************************************
She lay prone on her back, her arms at her sides,
hands turned palms up.
Spike lay beside her, touching
the tip of his tongue
to her face. It glided down the smooth skin of her
forehead, tracing both her eyebrows, and flicking
lightly
at her lashes.
Down her nose it moved, ending with a kiss on the
very tip. Over her cheek to one ear, he licked
it
thoroughly, then crossed the planes of her face to
the other ear and treated it to the same touch.
Moist
and cool, his tongue then traced the line of
her jaw all the way down to the point of her chin
and then up the other
side. It tickled her upper
lip, lapping gently at the slight depression in the
center of it.
It washed wetly
over her lower lip, breaking contact
just long enough for his teeth to grip gently, tugging and
worrying it.
But
before she has a chance to bring her own tongue
into play, his had moved on down her throat and was
gently caressing
the shallow cup at it's base.
Buffy's entire body was bathed in a feverish glow
of need and want. She had to force
herself to remain
still and let him play with her.
He lapped the ridge of her collar bones, then took her
arms
and raised them until they were lying over her
head.
His tongue drew a tickling line from her right arm pit
to
the bend of her elbow, then down further, tracing the
bluish veins laying just beneath the thin skin. He licked
her
palm and all her fingers, moving his tongue wetly from
one to the next, thoroughly washing between each digit.
With
a wicked grin, he repeated the entire process on
her left arm.
Buffy's skin was shivering from the cool air caressing
the
wetness that coated it. Her eyes had drifted closed and
her breathing was labored....and he hadn't even gotten
to
the really good parts of her yet!
"You still with me?" he asked softly.
"Mm...yes," Buffy sighed. "More..."
Spike chuckled and licked his way back up her
arm. His tongue then found the upper curves of her
breasts, and
Buffy inhaled sharply, waiting....
But he was determined to draw the experience out
to its fullest measure, so
he lingered where he was
for a moment, then drew a wet path down to the under
curves of her breasts. He wedged his tongue
beneath
one and slid it back and forth, moistening the warm fold
in her flesh.
After doing the same to the
other side, he deliberately
dragged his tongue up and over, then circled around her
left nipple.
Round and round
that pink instrument of delectable
torture moved, teasing here and there, darting and
flicking lightly.
Buffy
was panting like a dog in the sun. He felt it and
heard it...and decided to end the waiting.
Flattening his tongue,
he began lapping at the ultra
sensitive tips of her breasts, leaving a shiny path of
saliva on them. First softly...then
a little harder...he
played with pace and pressure until she was moaning
steadily.
No part of his body touched
hers....save one.
Spike purposely lingered at her breasts, giving them ample
attention, knowing how much she enjoyed
the touch of his
mouth there.
Then, he headed south.
Hovering over her, he balanced himself on his hands
and
knees as he licked wetly down the center of her chest
and over her abdomen.
Buffy whimpered softly. He heard it
and murmured, "Soon,
baby...soon."
Sliding to one side, he licked the inner dip of her waist and
the feminine
flare of her hip. His tongue then moved down
to the place where her thighs met her torso, slipping
down, nearly to
her sex.
But he didn't touch her there yet. Instead, he moved down
slightly and instructed her to part her thighs.
Mindlessly, she obeyed, gasping loudly when she felt
him licking the taut muscle of her inner thigh. When he'd
made
one side very wet, he moved to the other and took
care of that side as well.
On down he traveled, tickling her
behind her knees, the
lapping over the firm mound of her calf. When he reached
her right foot, he lifted it and licked
the delicate instep,
making her giggle.
Spike chuckled and did it again, loving the way she
squirmed. Knowing,
as he always did, just when tickling
became too much, he moved on to her pink polished toes.
When all ten of them
were good and wet, he began to make
his way back up her left leg.
"Open your legs a little more, kitten," he whispered.
Buffy complied without delay. She opened her passion
glazed eyes and met his gaze as he crouched in the open
V
of her thighs.
"Here comes the best part," he promised, lowering his
head.
Buffy's body lurched up off
the mattress at the first gentle
sweep of his tongue.
Starting at the bottom, he licked the cleft of her sex all
the
way up to the top in one long, lingering stroke.
Then, stiffening it to a sharp point, he rubbed the tip
of his
tongue against her clit.
"Oh....oh, yes....please..." she begged, her head
thrashing on the pillow. "Harder...lick
me...harder."
Without hesitation, he complied. Applying himself
with an impressive amount of dedication, he licked
and
licked her until he had her dripping with wetness from
his tongue and from her own body.
"Keep your eyes
open, baby," he urged her. "Watch me."
Buffy looked down as he requested. Unable to tear her
gaze away from his,
she stared at him as he lapped at
her juicy center.
"Now," he said, after a few seconds. "I go inside."
He
didn't draw the anticipation out this time, but plunged
his tongue into her pussy as deeply as he could force
it to
go...which was a considerable depth.
Uncontrollably, her hips jerked upwards, wanting even
more. He had to put
her hands on her legs to hold her
in place as he moved his tongue around inside of her,
then began fucking her with
it.
Buffy's body was on the razor's edge, unable to take
much more stimulation. He had been working over her
for
a good thirty minutes by now and she was more
than ready.
Her breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, and she
gripped
two handfuls of the bedclothes. Captive beneath
his mouth, she strained upwards as his skillful tongue
slowly drove
her insane.
In and out, it moved swiftly, first deep...then shallow...thrust-
ing with all the same vigor as his
cock did when he had
it there. He pulled it out, swirled it wetly around her clit,
then sank it back in.
Buffy
shifted her hips. "Please, oh please...make me come,"
she pleaded. "I need it....I need...need to...please..."
Spike
pulled back. "I love it when you beg," he said. Closing
his mouth around the tiny bud, he suckled strongly...ruth-
lessly...making
her body convulse with a series of plea-
sure spasms.
It raced up and down her spine in a slow moving wave,
tormenting
her and driving her over the edge into an
abandonment of control. With one last cry, she ground
herself against his
face, coming so hard that she
feared she'd pass out.
At last Spike pulled away. Moving up and over her, he
bent
his head and captured her mouth, letting her
taste the sweet liquor her body had fed to him as she
sucked it off his
tongue.
When her heart rate slowed and her breathing smoothed
out, she sighed deeply. "Baby....that was so good."
He smiled, falling to the mattress and holding her close.
**********************************************
After Buffy recovered enough to participate, they
made tender love. Spike was too aroused to hold
back, and
they both climaxed quickly.
His timing was really uncanny. No more than five
minutes later they heard the creak
of Katie's bed-
room door as it opened.
"Daddy?" the little girl called plaintively. "Can I be
up now? I'm hungry,
Daddy."
Spike looked at Buffy, his eyes pleading.
She smiled. "Go and get her."
Rolling off the bed,
he grabbed his jeans and
pulled them on as he headed for the door.
Katie was still behind her bedroom door. It
was
opened just a bit...just enough for her to peek out
anxiously. When she saw her father, she opened
it the rest
of the way, waiting.
Spike knelt and held out his arms. "Come here,
princess," he coaxed her.
Showing
her dimples, she flew into her father's
embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck like a
baby monkey as he carried
her into his room.
Buffy had thrown on a pair of sweat pants and a
t-shirt, and was smoothing the rumpled bedspread.
She turned and sat down when Spike set Katie on
her feet. "Did you have a good nap, baby love?" she
asked
as the child climbed up onto the bed and
into her mother's lap.
Katie had forgotten all about her earlier woes,
and
was her usual sunny natured self. "I sleeped a long
time," she reported earnestly. "Ith it time for dinner?"
Spike
joined his girls on the bed. "Almost time,"
he said. "What would you like to have?"
"Can we have pizza?" she asked
brightly.
Her father grabbed her around the waist and fell back
on the bed, lifting her in the air. "Absolutely
we can,"
he said, tossing her gently. "We'll pop in a movie and
eat in the front room tonight," he promised her, a rare
treat.
Sticking her arms straight out at her sides, Katie
giggled as Spike tossed her again.
Buffy leaned over
and picked up the phone to order
the pizza. "It'll be here in about a half hour."
Her daughter wriggled out of
Spike's arms and
bounced happily on the bed. "Can we play Candyland?"
she asked, eager to press her parental advantage.
Spike and Buffy exchanged a glance.
"Sure we can," Buffy said agreeably. "You run and
get the game and
we'll play downstairs."
They watched as she toddled off. Before they followed
after her, Buffy looked at Spike.
"Let her win."
Spike nodded. "Right."
The End.
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