Living For Love - (6) Meetings - Part 1

Tasha

Previous Chapter Summary: Spuffy fun abounded as our heroes were finally able to get some alone time that night. Wesley had a nightmare about his earlier childhood days, and we had a glimpse into the attitude of his father that was prevalent as Wes was growing up.

Current Chapter Summary: Spike and Buffy have a visit in their dreams from Charmand and Antoinette. Faith and Wesley seem to have gotten a little closer during the night. What will they do when they wake up?

Author's Note: Several people wondered if Buffy was pregnant (or getting pregnant) at the end of the last chapter. I won't say if it is or isn't possible. I am trying to show that their bodies are changing the more times they share blood and the further they delve into their joint destinies. Spike is no longer just a vampire, and Buffy was never just a vampire. Also I am making Faith already 18 in this story. I know she wasn't in canon, but she is for this story.

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A soft golden light haloed around the two beings moving towards Buffy and Spike. The vampires looked pleased to see the two beings again, but they were also worried about the reason for their presence.

"I didn't think we'd be seeing you again." Buffy walked up to Antoinette and hugged her. "The Coven seemed to cover the mystical portion of our lives now."

Antoinette smiled warmly in greeting, and she eagerly returned Buffy's hug. "You've both been busy. We didn't want to influence your path."

"The Powers That Be needed to see what choices you'd make or path's you'd take on your own," Charmand chirped in.

"Wankers," Spike grumbled. "Turn your life upside down with the whole bloody destiny thing and then don't trust you."

Charmand laughed a little. "Glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks that."

Antoinette glared at her mate. Buffy tried to support her fellow Slayer. So, she forced her smiling giggle behind the hand that covered her mouth.

"Speaking of the "Powers That Screw With You"," Spike spoke with a lecture like tone, "You could have been more specific about the amulet." He evened his glare on Charmand. "Buffy would have been dust without that sunlight perk."

"We had no control over our limitations on what we could say," Antoinette quickly jumped to defend the man she loved.

"I get that the Wankers wanted to be the only ones "all-knowing", but they caused a bunch of unnecessary suffering." Spike kissed the back of Buffy's hand that he held.

"Look at it this way, William," Charmand tried to offer a bright spot out of the situation with the amulet, "You will never be able to doubt Buffy's love and devotion. Without you, she'd rather be dust."

Buffy looked up into the eyes of her Sire, lover, and Mate. Her piercing green eyes twinkled in the golden light around them. "I love you, and only you, from now until eternity."

Spike hugged Buffy. He kissed her passionately. Unshed tears of joy glistened in his eyes. "I would have spared you the pain if I could have."

"I know." Buffy rested her head against Spike's upper arm. Side by side, they stood as one against whatever the "Powers That Be" threw at them next.

"At least this time we won't be so ominous." Antoinette grinned.

"I don't know about that," Charmand countered. He knew how vampires felt about change and stability. Although he and William were not like other vampires, he knew some things were going to become a shock to the one hundred and fifty plus year old male. "There are still a few more surprises in store for them."

"Shush, you'll panic them for no reason," Antoinette chastised Charmand.

"You both were right to go with a blood bond for the protection of your family and friends." Charmand smiled at Buffy and Spike.

"After the Council's last stunt we didn't have much choice," Buffy snorted. "I still say the Council somehow poisoned the Wiccas in Sunnydale. It all seemed too convenient."

"I wouldn't put anything past them." Antoinette rolled her eyes. "Likewise, you need to be careful about who else you extend the bond too."

"A blood bond can't be erased," Charmand explained. "It is a positive and a negative thing. Blood bonds are powerful, but they can work against you if you let the wrong person in."

"Are you trying to tell us not to trust the new Slayer and her Watcher?" Spike asked.

Antoinette placed a restraining hand on Charmand's arm. "We are only saying to be careful."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Sounds like another cryptic clue to me. We'll take it under advisement," She answered in a mock serious tone.

Antoinette rolled her eyes at Buffy. "The young man is full of pain and fear. He's been bullied his entire life into believing he is worthless," She said sadly. "He can relate to you in some ways, William, but the wrong words or actions could send him against you. I'm sure you remember how you rebelled against Angelus."

Spike nodded, but he didn't say anything. Charmand decided is was time he shared his information about Sunnydale's other newest resident. "This new Slayer is highly volatile. Her path varies widely from one dimension to the next. She can be a strong ally or a formidable foe."

"Right now both are inwardly willing to listen." Antoinette glances skyward as if she was listening to someone or something. She looked back down at Buffy and Spike. "You will need them for what is to come."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," Charmand quoted the famous phrase. "Some things have been in motion since before either of you arrived in Sunnydale. This year the time will come for him to reveal his true self."

"A father will return, and the sins of the father torture the son," Antoinette spoke sadly. "Forgiveness is yours to give. Weigh the good with the bad, and remember that the needs of the man outweigh the needs of the one."

Buffy and Spike both looked at each other and then their companions again with questions in their eyes.

"You are both changing, and you will continue to do so the closer you get." Charmand hugged Antoinette close to him. "This isn't a bad thing, but you will not understand some developments. Rest assured things are as they were meant to be."

"You are becoming Daywalkers, living vampires." Antoinette reached out to cup Buffy's cheek. "You will not always be alone in this. Even though you can not change all the walkers of the night, show them the way to co-exist peacefully as you have with Dalton."

Charmand extended his hand out to Spike for a handshake. "There are other vampires who never lost all of their humanity. Seek them out when you can, and show them the way to live in this world of love."

"We'll do our best." Spike shook Charmand's hand.

Buffy looked sad. She knew it was time for them to leave. "Will we see you again soon?"

"We're always with you in spirit to give that extra little push when needed," Antoinette replied with a smile.

"Always with the cryptic." Buffy chuckled. She waved goodbye as she felt the pull of wakefulness drawing them out of their dreams and back into the realm of the living.

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Faith deeply inhaled the inherently masculine scent that surrounded her. A smile caressed her lips, and she pressed her face closer to the scent.

Wesley woke up after he felt the smooth caress of Faith's hair against his face. He was about to open his eyes, but the feeling of Faith snuggling closer to him forced him to keep his eyes shut. 'Does she realize that she is doing?'

Faith moaned softly. There was something comforting about the scent, but she felt an underlying irritation with the scent's owner as well. She tilted her head up and sucked on the exposed flesh near his collarbone.

'Bloody Hell,' Wesley mentally cursed and tensed up. 'Rupert thought I was accusing him of having sex with his Slayer? I'll be lucky if I don't have sex with mine.' He tried to slide away from Faith, but their joined hands only allowed him to move so far.

Faith grumbled in protest. Her lips pursed and smacked together in the open air, like a baby looking for her mother's breast. She stretched in her sleep. She curled both hands close to her body.

'How much can a man withstand with such a temptation close by?' Wesley inwardly groaned. Their joint hands were pressed against Faith's bosom. A flicker of his fingers would graze the hardening nipple he felt against the side of his hand. He was not the kind of man who had any prior experience with women, but even he felt the draw to touch her.

Faith was already 18, and in the eyes of the law that made her of legal age and consent. Her age wasn't an issue, but she was still Wesley's charge. He felt ashamed of himself for even allowing any lustful thoughts to cross his mind about his infuriating but beautiful Slayer.

Faith drew closer to wakefulness. She fidgeted around more, and a muttered name passed from her lips, "Wesssss".

'Don't react. Don't react,' Wesley repeated the mantra in his head. 'She doesn't realize what she is saying. Her body is merely recognizing the scent that is near her.'

"Wes …" Faith's eyes snapped opened. 'Wait a minute, Wesley?' She gazed at what appeared to be the sleeping face of her Watcher only a couple inches from her face. She started to move away from their dividing line, but she halted when one of her hands seemed heavier than the other.

Wesley felt the tug on the hand that was entwined with Faith's. He knew she realized they were holding hands. 'At least she isn't trying to wake you up, taunt you, and rub your face in it after all her jokes about keeping your hands to yourself,' His insecure thoughts echoed in his head.

Faith stared at their clasping hands. 'I wonder when that happened.' She slowly opened her hand and hoped that it would be enough to release the hold.

Wesley sensed that Faith's action was the easiest way for them to get out of this mess without letting the other one know that they were both awake. He stirred in his "sleep", opened his hand, and turned to lay half on his back with his previously joined hand on his chest.

Faith's heart raced. She was glad that Wes was asleep. She'd promised to keep from ravaging him in his sleep, but it seemed that her body had other ideas. 'At least I was just holding his hand and not something else.' Was the sheet bunched up at his waist or was that …? She cringed at the thought.

Wes' heart raced. He thought it was beating so hard that Faith would hear it, but he was thankful that she seemed to be concentrating on other things. He wouldn't have been so calm if he realized just where her concentration was fixated on.

Faith slowly slipped from the bed. She hoped Wesley wouldn't wake up until she was in the bathroom. She quietly gathered her clothes and toiletry bag. Then, she slipped into the bathroom.

When the door clicked shut to the bathroom, Wes opened his eyes. He rubbed his trembling hand down his face and stared up at the ceiling. He laid on his back fully and tried to ignore the tenting of the sheet at his waist. 'I am in deep trouble. My father wants me dead, and the Council is helping him. Now I seem to be adding lustful thoughts about my Slayer to the mix. I might as well join in with the demons because I am surely already evil for having such thoughts.' He willed his erection to go down, but nothing was helping. There was no way he was going to take care of it with Faith still in the same hotel room. 'It's going to be a long day.'

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