A/N Set several months after Willow cast her will spell in "Something
Blue" What if when the gang had gone looking for her, she had not been
teleported by D'Hoffryn. But had in fact left Sunnydale to look for Oz,
leaving no clue of her whereabouts. In the meantime, Buffy and Spike have
moved in together in her mom's house. Giles after much protest has moved
into the spare room in the Summers home, so that Buffy and Spike can "take
care" of Him. Xander is travelling the world with Anya. They are both
searching for Willow, never being able to stay in one place long, due to
the constant attacks by demons.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss And Mutant Enemy Unfortunately!

Chapter 1

Buffy was having a delicious dream; it involved a gorgeous blonde vampire
and a can of whipped cream.

"Mmmmmm" She sighed in her sleep.

Spike lay in the bed watching his beautiful goddess as she slept. He felt
he could never get tired of looking at her, a dreamy smile played about her
lips. It almost seemed a shame to wake her, after all, it was a Saturday
morning, but "Shakespeare" Giles's seeing eye dog had been scratching at
their bedroom door for the last five minutes. Spike placed a hand on her
shoulder and gently shook her.

"Come on love," He said.

Buffy groaned and opened one eye. "What time is it?" She asked.

"Eight-thirty, sorry pet, but Shakespeare needs his walk and I don't feel
like cleaning up another "accident" this morning," he smiled.

"I was having a lovely dream too," Buffy said, regretfully.

Buffy scrambled up out of the bed and threw on the first thing she found.

"What was it about?" asked Spike.

"I am not telling! You have a big enough ego already!" She said, throwing a
pillow at him before exiting the room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Buffy bounded down the stairs, Giles was sitting in the front room. He was
reading his Braille books, a look of concentration on his face. He was so
engrossed, that he didn't hear her entrance until it was too late, and
Shakespeare jumped up on his lap. Knocking the book to the floor.

"Hi Giles" Buffy said, cheerfully.

She was glad he couldn't see the sadness etched on her face. Buffy looked
at her watcher, seeing him helpless like this everyday marred her and
Spike's happiness. Willow had a lot to answer for. Her will spell had split
up her happy band of friends.

Soon after they had realised Willow had really gone; Xander and Anya has
set off in search of her. Xander had to keep on the move any way as they
were being constantly attacked by demons. Last, they had heard from them,
Xander and Anya were in some remote part of China. The couple had phoned to
say that they had some good leads, but that had been several days ago.

"Morning Buffy" said Giles, in between having his face licked by his dog.
"Yes that will be quite enough Shakespeare". He said sternly.

Buffy went to the hall closet, and took out her leather jacket and the dog
leash.
"Sure you don't want to come with? It's a beautiful day out there," said
Buffy.
"No thanks, it looks the same inside as it does out to me," said Giles.
Buffy groaned inwardly at her thoughtlessness. She attached Shakespeare to
the leash, and went out into the early morning sunshine.

Her thoughts drifted off while she walked down her street. This past six
months with Spike were the happiest she could remember. Her friends had
kept telling her that what she felt was the result of some spell, it was
too perfect. So yeah, they had had their fair share of fights before
Spike's surprise proposal, but ever since she had said "yes", Spike had
been the perfect fiancé. Lost in her happy thoughts she walked straight in
to a solid object.

"Oof!" She said, and looked up at the thing blocking her path. Buffy's face
flushed red, as she saw that it was Riley.

He looked equally uncomfortable, "Um, oh Buffy," He stuttered.

"Hi Riley," Said Buffy, awkwardly and instantly looking at the ground.

After several seconds of heavy silence, which seemed to stretch out like a
millennia; Riley spoke.
"So how's life with hostile 17 then?" He asked.

Buffy's eyes flew up to his face. Her brows knitted together.

"Don't call him that, he has a name you know!" She snapped.

Riley bent his head towards her menacingly.

"One word from me in the right ear and this sick little charade of Mr & Mrs
will be over," He threatened.

Buffy's hands clenched at her sides as she fought the urge to punch that
smug little smile off his face.

"Jealousy does not become you Riley," She sneered.

Riley turned red with anger, stung by truth of her words. He grabbed a hold
of her arms, but soon realised his mistake as she knocked him to the ground
with little effort.

"If you know what is good for you, will say there," Buffy told him.

Shakespeare sniffed at Riley, who was struggling to get up again. Before
Buffy could restrain the dog, he cocked his leg and started to pee all over
Riley.

She had to say one thing for Riley; his reactions were quick as he rolled
out of the way. Not quite quick enough though, thought Buffy, seeing the
spreading stain on the front of his jeans.

"Looks like you have had a bit of an accident, funny, coulda swore you were
house broken. Better get your self home before people start talking," She
smiled sweetly, at the enraged Riley.

"Come on Shakespeare" She said stroking the dog's head. They turned and
headed for home. "Good dog," She said quietly under her breath.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Hi Buffy, nice walk darling?" Joyce asked.

"Great mom," grinned Buffy.

Buffy looked around the room. "No Spike yet?" She asked.

"Not yet honey, took him up a cup of blood about five minutes ago," Her mom
replied.

"Good, then he is still awake," She said.

Looking at the stairs a slow smile crossed Buffy's face.

"Do we have any spray cream, mom?" She asked.

Joyce frowned "I think there is some in the refrigerator,"

Buffy disappeared into the kitchen, re-emerging with a can in her hand.

"I think I will go back to bed for a while," She said advancing up the
stairs.

Joyce turned to look at Giles "What do you think she needs the cream for?"
She asked him.

"I don't want to know," Shuddered Giles in horror.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Buffy entered their bedroom. Spike sat up against the pillows watching the
TV, which he insisted they have in their room.
"Morning love, Nice walk?" Spike asked

"Yeah pretty good actually," She replied, sitting on the bed.

She took the remote out of his hand and turned off the TV.

"Hey! I was watching that" He protested.

Buffy took the can of cream from behind her back.

"Wouldn't you rather hear about that dream I had?" She asked seductively.
Spike licked his lips in anticipation.

"I am all ears," He leered.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Giles pressed a cushion either side of his head at the noises coming from
upstairs. Joyce sat next to him blushing fiery red.

"Um I think I need a coffee," She said getting up from the sofa, and
shutting herself in the kitchen.

Alone Giles sighed to himself. "I sometimes wish Willow had cursed my
hearing instead, it would solve a lot of problems,"

TBC

Denial Thy Name is Riley

Chapter 2

Riley Shuffled back to his dorm, he had been lucky on the walk back, and so far, he'd managed to avoid seeing any one. As he opened the door, he groaned as he saw his luck had run out. Lounging on his bed was Forrest, who sat up as he saw Riley enter.

"Hell man, what's up with you?" exclaimed Forrest, smirking as he took in Riley's appearance.

"Had a run in with Buffy and her dog". Said Riley, going into the bathroom to peel off the offending jeans.

"Not Buffy again? Man, you need to leave well alone. She keeps humiliating your sorry ass". Exclaimed Forrest.

Riley re-emerged from the bathroom in his sweat pants.

"Not for much longer though," Smiled Riley.

"What's up now?" asked Forrest.

"Well, you know that guy she is with?" Asked Riley.

"Yeah, I've seen him around town a few times," said Forrest.

Riley looked at Forrest, smugly.

"I had a nagging feeling I knew him from somewhere before," Said Riley

"And?" asked Forrest

"It's hostile 17, I'm sure of it. I just happened to call him, that to her face. She didn't deny it and it got her as mad as hell," said Riley triumphantly.

"Well what's the big deal bro? It's not like he can hurt anyone being chipped and all," said Forrest.

"I am going to see Professor Walsh, you coming?" asked Riley.

Damn! Thought Forrest as he trailed in Riley's wake, Riley really was a virgin. He needed to get laid!

"Spike, you awake?" asked Buffy.

"Yeah pet, wide awake and thinking we both need a shower,"

Buffy wrinkled her nose, she had to agree. The idea of licking cream off each other had been sexy in practice, but now it smelled like someone had been eating cheetos.

"The shower can wait five minutes, I need to talk to you about something important," She insisted.

"You have my undivided attention," Leered Spike, as he trailed one hand down her naked thigh.

"Stop that, I can't concentrate while you are doing that!" She scolded.

Spike pretended to look hurt, but sobered up when he saw she was being deadly serious.

"When I was out walking Shakespeare, I bumped into someone quite literally," Buffy said.

"Who?" asked Spike.

"Riley, and he seemed pretty pissed off, which might not be a good thing," she said anxiously.

"The little boy doesn't scare me; sounds like it's just a case of the green eyed monster love," mocked Spike.

"No, I think it's more than that, he threatened to split us up. I don't think it's safe for you around here at the moment, I have a feeling there is more to Riley than meets the eye," She said .

"Slayer, I love when you worry about me, but aren't you worrying a bit too much. It's Riley for hell's sake, what's that over grown teddy bear gonna do to us?" he exclaimed.

Buffy frowned

"Well, there was something he said, that I didn't understand. But it sounded insulting, so I knocked him to the ground for it," She admitted.

Spike Chuckled at the thought.

"What did he say that got you so hot under the collar love?"

"He called you hostile 17, does that mean anything to you?" She asked.

Spikes smile faded.

"Bleeding hell!" he exclaimed.

"What is it Spike?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, nothing except the wanker must be one of those soldier boys who put this bug zapper in my head," He answered.

"Oh God, it all makes sense now. All those dates he kept bailing on, and that beeper for ever going off," Said Buffy.

"Looks like it," answered Spike.

Buffy looked at him and for the first time in a long time she felt afraid. She wasn't going to let Riley and his friends, who ever they were, get their hands on Spike a second time. Admittedly, she didn't know much about them, but she wasn't taking any chances and she certainly didn't trust Riley.

An idea suddenly occurred to Buffy.

"Spike will you be ok for a couple of hours, I have to go out for awhile," She asked.

"Ok pet the re-runs of Dawsons Creek are on this afternoon, anyway,"

"God, you and TV!" She exclaimed rolling her eyes.

"Forgetting something?" Asked Spike.

"What?" she asked,

"Shower?" he answered,

"Oh yeah, don't want to go out smelling like cheesy puffs," She smiled

"You need one too, come on," She said, pulling the reluctant Spike off the bed.

He looked her up and down.

"What's in it for me sweetheart?" He pouted.

"The wet naked lady of course," She grinned, running off in the direction of the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

An empty bottle of shower gel and an hour later, Buffy and Spike walked down the stairs. Giles was asleep on the sofa, snoring lightly. Shakespeare was resting at his feet, the golden retriever looked up at the newcomers, wagging his tail excitedly as he saw Spike. Spike bent down to pet the dog.

"Shakespeare really loves you Spike, but then who could blame him?" She asked, planting a kiss on his blonde head.

Buffy's eyes went to the coffee table, there rested a half empty bottle of JD and a tumbler.

"Giles has been drinking again," Sighed Buffy

"Leave Dad alone, he has a lot to deal with," Scolded Spike.

"Spike, please never call me dad again. And another thing, I don't drink because I am feeling sorry for myself, I drink to knock myself out so I don't have to listen to you two," Said Giles angrily.

"Oh Giles, hi we thought you were asleep," Said Buffy, awkwardly.

"Well, I was until you two thundered down the stairs," Snapped Giles.

Buffy quickly masked the hurt expression on her face. Even though Giles was unable to see it, Spike did.

"Just cos you are feeling all cranky watcher, don't take it out on my girl," Said Spike.

Giles sat forward turning his head in the direction of Spike's voice

"What are you going to do about it tickle me?" Sneered Giles.

"Oh, pack it in you two! I have to go out for a while. I expect you both to play nicely while I am gone," Buffy told them.

"Please don't leave me alone with him!" begged Giles.

"Don't you worry about us love, we can watch Dawsons Creek together, and.. oh sorry forgot you can't watch it, but you can listen to it any way," Said Spike.

Giles just groaned, and shook his head.

"Please don't be gone long," said Giles, to Buffy.

Buffy turned to go.

"Where's my goodbye kiss then?" Asked Spike.

Buffy frowned

"Sorry I forgot," She answered.

Spike pouted at her in pretend hurt.

"Keep doing that with your lip and I will bite it," she said, going into his arms for a kiss.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" He grinned, bending his head towards hers.

"Oh God this is going to be a long day," said a voice from the sofa.

Buffy exited the house, leaving Giles alone with Spike.

"You know she doesn't really love you, don't you?" Asked Giles.

"Look mate if you are not going to be nice, I can always go upstairs and watch this," Said Spike.

Giles ignored him and continued.

"Think about it Spike, about the day you asked Buffy to marry you. One minute you were fighting like kids, and the next thing you were down on one knee asking Buffy to marry you. How weird is that?" Asked Giles.

No answer.

"Spike? Spike?" Repeated Giles to the empty room. Spike couldn't hear him; he was already back in his room watching TV.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Buffy entered the Espresso Pump looking for a free computer terminal. She spied one in the far corner and made her way over to it. Sitting down at the empty seat, Buffy took her wallet out of her jacket, and removed her credit card. It looked as shiny as the day her mother had presented her with it, on the day she had left for college.

Her mother's words were ringing in her head, "Only use in cases of emergency, not for things like a new pair of boots that have caught your eye," She had said.

"Well this is an emergency," Buffy said to herself

She raised her fingers to the keyboard and typed in the words "Vegas Wedding Chapels" Buffy looked over her shoulder before continuing. She couldn't help shake the feeling that she was being watched.

Riley watched Buffy from across the street, keeping to the shadows as best as he possibly could. He had managed to convince Professor Walsh that Buffy and hostile 17 needed watching. After giving Professor Walsh a detailed description, she had confirmed he was the escapee they were looking for. Riley's first instinct had been to organise a mission to capture Hostile 17 or Spike, as Buffy called him.

Professor Walsh had frustrated him, as all she would authorize was a surveillance of the couple. Saying it would be interesting to see how the demon and the human interacted with each other. Well, he thought it was sick. Anyone who got their rocks off with a living corpse, was seriously twisted. Riley was getting bored, he had been standing there for over half an hour and all she had done was surf the Internet and drink coffee.

His mind started to wander; suddenly he came back to the present with a jolt; as a car drove by at speed, and sprayed Riley with filthy rainwater.

"Shit!" yelled Riley.

This really wasn't his day. He looked across to the Coffee shop, he needn't of worried. Buffy wasn't there to hear his expletive, she was long gone.

TBC

Chapter 3

Secrets and White Lies

Buffy hurried home, as her mom would be back from the gallery soon. Moreover, she wasn't sure how well things would go between Spike and Giles; especially if they were alone together too long. Buffy comforted herself with the thought, that at least if things did get too heated, Spike couldn't bite Giles. Humming, "Here comes the bride," softly to herself; she entered her home. Her mom was already there and busy in the kitchen preparing the evening meal.

Buffy walked in, "Hi mom where is every one?" She asked.

"Spike is watching TV upstairs and Giles has gone to bed with a headache," Joyce replied.

"Oh," she sighed.

Buffy felt a little deflated. She had hoped, the alone time would have given Spike and Giles an opportunity to get over their differences.

"Oh well, I will just go up and see what Spike's up to; how long until dinner?" asked Buffy.

"About half an hour" Said Joyce, smiling at the disappearing figure of her daughter.

Buffy took the stairs at a run, eager to share her news with Spike. She burst into the room and jumped on the reclining vampire.

"Oof! Steady on Buff, I am just as pleased to see you, but slayer strength remember?" said Spike in a slightly winded voice.

He pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her soundly. Buffy was panting, as they pulled apart.

"No time for that now Spike, there's lots to do," she told him.

Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Later?" he asked hopefully.

Buffy's mind was obviously already on other things.

"Do you still have that marriage license, that you got for us the week after our engagement?" She asked.

Spike frowned, "Of course I do, but what do you have in mind? You know we promised your watcher we wouldn't get married before Willow was found,"

Buffy pouted, "I know, but we've had to wait six months already. I am sick and tired of no one taking our relationship seriously; telling me that what we feel is because of some stupid spell. If they don't want to share in our happiness then we should decide for ourselves. I am almost 19 and you are a hundred and something; plenty old enough to make our own, decisions!" She told him firmly.

Spike levered himself up off the bed, opened Buffy's chest of drawers. Rifling through the pairs of thongs and panties, until he found what he was looking for. He held up the piece of paper.

"Here it is," he said triumphantly.

Buffy giggled at the sight of the hot pink thong dangling from it.

"Is that part of it darling?" She pointed at the underwear.

Spike looked at the object of her mirth and snatched the thong off the license, stuffing them quickly into the back pocket of his jeans sheepishly.

"Spike!" growled Buffy.

"What?" He said trying to look innocent, and failing miserably.

"Seemed a good hiding place, no chance of your mom or watcher looking in there," he grinned.

"Very funny Spike, but Giles can't see anything any way remember?" said Buffy.

"Oh yeah, good point," said Spike.

Buffy walked over to Spike, reached into his back pocket and pulled out her panties out of his jeans pocket, shoving them back in the draw.

"Nice try Spike," she smiled.

"Now tell me why we need the license so urgently?" Asked Spike, trying to draw attention away from the fact he had intimate knowledge of her panty draw.

"Well, you know how things are getting a bit dangerous round here, and Riley seems to know whom you are. I thought it might be a good idea if we get away for a few days,"

Spike continued to gawp at Buffy, as she continued.

"I have arranged it all, we go tomorrow night," She said.

Spike looked at her "Go where?" he stammered.

"Vegas of course, I used the credit card mom gave me, and the Internet at the Espresso pump," She said, as if talking to a small child.

"Are we going to tell your mom? I like her, wouldn't want her worrying about you," He smiled

" I have thought of everything. We can pack what we need in my weapons bag, and I will just say that we are going on patrol. We can leave a note for them to find, and if we are lucky, we shouldn't be missed at least until morning," She said.

Spike swept Buffy up into his arms

"Sounds like a good plan to me," He said before kissing her neck.

"Don't get any ideas while your lips are there either," She laughed.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to, chip remember?"

He raised his head to look into her eyes, a look of pure joy spread across his handsome features. At that moment Buffy felt like she had never loved anyone as much as she did right now.

"Just think Spike, by this time tomorrow night, give or take an hour or two, we will be Mr and Mrs," Buffy paused as something occurred to her. "What is your last name Spike? Please don't tell me "the bloody" she said.

"No, actually pet its er Lovejoy," He said self-consciously.

"William Lovejoy, I like it, a bit unusual, what does it mean?" Buffy asked.

"It's an old English name, and it means, one who craved pleasure," Spike replied.

"Well that's definitely you," She said lovingly, pinching his behind.

"Don't tell anyone about the surname love, it would seriously ruin my credibility in demon circles. They might think I was as soft as 'peaches' he replied.

"Spike, I thought we weren't going to talk about him. You wouldn't like me talking about your Looney tunes ex," she said Huffily.

Glaring at him, but looking into his face was her undoing, as she felt her anger melt away.

"I have to patrol tonight. Better make sure everything is safe before we go away tomorrow, want to come with?" She asked.

"What about dinner? Wouldn't want to upset my future mother-in-law and I am feeling peckish," he pleaded.

"Peckish?" She asked,

"Yeah you know hungry,"

"Ok get you now," She smiled.

Buffy put her hand in Spike's.

"Let's go down then," She said pulling his arm.

"Wait, Buffy, there is something I want to give you first," He said.

"Oh Spike, didn't you give me that several times today already," She sighed.

"No! Not that, it's not me with the dirty mind around here I swear," he grimaced.

Letting go of her hand, he reached into the pocket of his leather duster, which was lying on the end of the bed. He held a red velvet box in his hand. Buffy felt tears well up in her eyes.

"I've had this in my pocket for a couple of weeks now, been waiting for the right moment," he said.

Buffy touched the heavy silver ring, which already lay on her ring finger.

"Oh, Spike! You didn't have to, I love the ring you gave me on the day you proposed to me," she cried.

"I wanted something better for you," He said handing her the little box.

Buffy opened the lid and gasped at the beautiful ring that lay inside. It was an antique gold ring set with diamonds and a blood red ruby in its centre. Spike looked at her expectantly, Buffy looked into Spike's eyes and launched herself into his arms.

"I love it and I love you," She said, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"However did you afford it?" Buffy asked.

"Well I didn't nick it, if that's what you are worrying about, I got a job," He said awkwardly.

"What! The big bad in the workforce?" She choked

"Very funny, as a matter of a fact I was doing bar work for Willie when you were out on patrol in the evenings. Plus I got a really good deal from a demon I know, the payments might take forever, but vampire here, not going anywhere anytime soon," He told her self-consciously.

He smiled. Buffy held the box out to Spike.

"Put it on for me," She asked shyly.

Spike slipped his ring off her finger and placed it back on his own. He took the ring from the box and slid it on her finger; it fitted perfectly, much to his relief. Buffy held her hand up and looked at the ring.

"It's so beautiful," She said

"Yes you are," He said, looking at Buffy.

They were lost in each other's eyes, their lips almost touching, when a voice called upstairs.

"Dinner is ready,".

"Your mom has great timing," sulked Spike.

"Come on, I had better wake Giles," said Buffy.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Riley rode the elevator into the bowels of the initiative. He wasn't in the best of moods. The doors slid open and he marched into the giant underground complex. He spied professor Walsh at one of the over sized computers.

"Agent Finn," She greeted him.

"Professor Walsh," He replied.

"Well, have you anything to report about the civilian and hostile 17?" She asked.

"I followed the woman, she entered the Espresso Pump at 1700 hrs and used a terminal there for about half an hour. And then due to an unforeseen incident, I lost sight of the target,"

Professor Walsh stared at Riley for nearly a full minute before speaking.

"Finn I am worried about you, I had a talk with Forrest this afternoon. He seems to think you are obsessed with this girl," She said.

"They are up to something I tell you. There is definitely something wrong with Buffy, she is freakishly strong, plus she dates vampires!" he told her forcefully.

Professor Walsh considered his words for a moment.

"Ok Finn, get me something concrete and then I will assign you your own squad to bring them in for observation," She replied.

Riley turned away, a smug smile spread across his face.

TBC

Chapter 4

"It's not a lie it's an Equivocation"

Buffy guided Giles to his seat at the dinner table, taking her place next to Spike. She gazed at Spike watching his long beautiful hands as they played about nervously with the napkin. Buffy caught one of his hands in her own to still the movement; smiling and unable to help herself she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. Giles shuddered in the seat across from them.

"I heard that, please refrain from kissing at the table, it's not very good for my appetite," sighed Giles.

Joyce was the last to sit down; she served Giles his food and passed the plate to him.

"There you go Rupert," She said.

She turned her attention to Buffy who was helping herself from the serving dishes.

"How was your day honey?" She asked Buffy.

"Fine thanks mom, been doing at bit of research about some of those soldier types we've been seeing around here; the ones who took Spike," answered Buffy.

"Yes, they changed him for the better. As good as Spike can get that is," Said Giles sarcastically.

Everyone sitting at the table ignored Giles's comments. Joyce was glad of the pinging of the microwave, audible from the kitchen.

"Ah, that will be Spike's dinner," She said.

"I'll get it mum," said Spike, rising from his seat.

Giles choked on his broccoli. He opened his mouth to say something about Spike's calling Joyce mum, when Joyce placed a hand on Giles's sleeve.

"Don't Rupert, I don't mind really. He is Buffy's choice and I think it's kind of sweet; his calling me mum," said Joyce.

Joyce looked over at Buffy, and smiled. Buffy returned the gesture, trying to conceal her inner turmoil at the great deception that she and Spike were planning.

Spike seated himself back at the table with his mug of warmed blood.

"So did I miss anything?" He grinned.

"No, but I was about to tell everyone that you are coming on patrol with me tonight," Buffy replied.

"Why is he going with you? It's not as if he can help or anything, he can't even fight a puppy since he got chipped," said Giles.

"Maybe I want the company, it can get quite lonely on patrol sometimes. It's not as if I can ask any one else is it?" Buffy replied

"Point taken, but I think you will be distracted having him there," argued Giles.

Buffy smiled at her sightless mentor.

"Do you really think this is the first time he has ended up on patrol with me?" She asked.

"Well it's the first I have heard of it," Said Giles.

Spike winked at Buffy. He sipped at his mug of warm blood; his game face appeared as he drank the tepid liquid. Buffy touched his lumpy forehead and trailed a finger down his cheek.

"Well, we had better be off. It is dark enough out there," Said Buffy.

Buffy and Spike rose from the table in unison, Buffy bent over her mother, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"See ya later mom," she said

"But, Buffy you have hardly touched your dinner," said Joyce.

"Don't worry I will grab something later," She smiled.

Spike patted Giles on the shoulder "See you later old mate,"

Giles nodded vaguely and continued with his meal. The front door closed as Buffy and Spike exited the house.

Alone with Joyce, Giles voiced his concern.

"Those two are up to something, I know my slayer and I know for a fact that this is the first time Spike has accompanied her on patrol," He said.

Joyce sat there looking at Giles; she was starting to get the first pangs of indigestion.

"Well maybe it's nothing more than Buffy says it is. I know she has missed Willow and Xander dreadfully these past few months, even with Spike being here," Said Joyce.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Spike and Buffy entered one of the many graveyards that seemed to be so plentiful in Sunnydale. He spun Buffy round to face him.

"So when you told your mum that you were going to grab something later; did you have anything in mind?" He asked, running his tongue along his lower lip.

Buffy playfully thumped him on the arm.

"Ow, slayer that hurt," said Spike rubbing his arm.

"I meant it when I said I wasn't going to let you distract me from the job," She smiled, trying to take the sting out of her actions.

Spike pouted.

"Plenty of time for grabbing tomorrow night, after the wedding Spike; so you can keep your hands to your self until the wedding night," Buffy said, firmly.

Spike frowned and opened his mouth about to protest; suddenly he was knocked to the ground by something attacking him from behind. He lay there for a second dazed, before seeing his aggressor launch it's self at Buffy. It was a large Zauber demon, all fangy and dripping copious amounts of mucus from its large muscular frame. Buffy made contact with the creature.

"Ewww! You ever heard of using a tissue when you have a cold?" She quipped.

Her irony was lost on the demon, as she didn't speak "Zauber". She landed a spin kick on his chest, but due to the slipperiness of her opponent, she ended up on the ground next to Spike. The Zauber jumped on Buffy keeping her pinned to the earth. She struggled trying to wrest him off her, but he was just too slimy. Claws extended from the demon's gnarled fingers trying to reach for her throat.

"Buffy!" said Spike anxiously, seeing her desperate struggle.

"The weapons bag!" She said.

Spike saw the bag resting against a tombstone; he quickly removed an axe from it. Buffy was still locked in her life and death struggle against the powerful demon; its hands had closed around her throat.

"Spike kill it," She wheezed.

"I can't pet, the chip!" he said desperately

"If you don't there will be no honeymoon in Vegas, bit hard without a bride," She choked.

Spike knew it was up to him. He brought the axe over his head closing his eyes against the intense pain, which was about to hit him. The axe bore down on the Zauber's neck slicing the head cleanly from its body. Spike dropped the axe, placing his hand against his forehead, waiting for the pain that never came. He opened his eyes in wonderment.

"No pain!" He exclaimed.

"Speak for yourself," said Buffy.

She pushed the demon's corpse off her and wiped her gooey hands on the grass.

"I can kill demons!" exclaimed Spike.

He reached out a hand and helped Buffy to her feet. "Buffy, I can still kill things," he said Jubilantly.

"Forgive me if I don't break out the party streamers, but what if your chip has stopped working?" She asked.

"Hadn't thought of that love," He said frowning.

"Punch Me," said Buffy

"What? I am not hitting you," whispered Spike in shock.

"You never used to have a problem with it before," said Buffy.

As quick as lightening Buffy punched Spike on the nose. Spike reeled from the pain, he grabbed his bleeding nose and let out a roar as his face morphed into it's demon visage. He lunged mindlessly at Buffy, wailing as white-hot pain seared across his forehead. Buffy ran to him, placing her arms around him, pulling his head down on her shoulder, holding him until the pain started to subside.

Spike lifted his head to look at her; his eyes were watering.

"Ok now?" She asked.

Spike nodded, noticing the red welts on her neck. He touched a finger to the bloody scratches.

"What about you?" He said.

"I have had worse they will heal," she said, looking at her blood on his finger.

"No tasting okay?" She said sternly.

"As if I would," Said Spike, trying to look hurt.

"Better put this away," said Spike leaning down to pick up the axe, he put the finger in his mouth.

"Spike!" She yelled.

"What?" He said, looking the epitome of innocence.

Buffy sighed, "Let's go home, I think there has been enough excitement for one evening,"

She slipped her still slightly slimy hand in his, and they left. The Zauber demon had already started to dissolve into a glutinous muck on the ground.

Riley came out of the bushes, pulling off his balaclava.

"So that's your game," he hissed.

He had hoped they were up to something a little more cunning than getting married. He was still sure his findings would be of interest to professor Walsh, especially the fact that hostile 17 was fully capable of fighting his own kind; demons.

He had almost given himself away when he had seen Buffy fighting for her life and had been about to assist her when "Spike" had taken charge. As much as he resented Buffy, he couldn't just stand by and see her hurt. One thing that puzzled him though, was the fact that she hadn't been that shocked when they were attacked. No girly histrionics or screaming, and hey that axe was hardly standard issue. She must have some demon knowledge, he reasoned, otherwise what was she doing with a vampire? There were questions he needed answering, it didn't look as if anything else was going to happen here tonight. He turned and headed back towards his dorm and the initiative.

TBC

Chapter 5

Things Can Only Get Better

Buffy burst through the front door, Spike following in her wake. Joyce and Giles were seated together on the sofa.

"Hey you two, hope your not getting any of the old feelings back for each other," Buffy laughed,

Joyce shot up off the sofa. "Hi Buffy, what happened to you?" asked her mom, taking in her daughters dishevelled appearance.

"No big; Spike and I just ran into a Zauber demon," She shrugged

Giles sat forward on the sofa "Really? What happened? I could do with the excitement, things have been pretty dead on the hell mouth of late," said Giles.

"I really have to take a shower and burn these clothes, Spike can fill you in," said Buffy.

Buffy turned and ran up the stairs. Joyce and Giles waited expectantly for Spike to begin. At that moment Shakespeare poked his head around the kitchen door and whined.

"Looks like the mutt needs the loo," said Spike, secretly glad to be relieved of the third degree.

He looked at Giles "Wanna come for a walk mate? It is your bleedin' dog after all," asked Spike.

Spike went to get the dog's harness and fastened Shakespeare into it.

"Go on Giles, the fresh air will do you good," encouraged Joyce.

Giles sighed and rose unsteadily from the sofa, he knew when he was out voted.

"Okay, okay, could someone get me my coat?" He asked.

"Already here," said Joyce, placing the jacket in his outstretched hand.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Spike stayed close to Giles as they walked down Revello Drive. He glanced at Buffy's former watcher, a look of concentration etched on his face as he let himself be guided by his dog.

Giles had not been himself for months now. At first after Willow had gone away, he had been hopeful, that Xander would soon find her. However, as the months had passed hope had changed into bitterness. He hated having to be so reliant on the aid of others.

Spike fumbled about in his jacket for his smokes, he found them and lit up, exhaling deeply.

"Found out something interesting tonight," Spike told Giles.

"About the demon?" asked Giles

"No, but it did involve a demon; me, I found out that I'm not quite as toothless as every body thought," Said Spike.

"What are you talking about?" asked Giles, somewhat puzzled.

"You got yourself a new demon fighter, oh don't worry humans are still a no- no. But, if I hadn't gone on patrol tonight, you would have been searching for a new chosen one," Spike replied

"Thank you; Spike," muttered Giles.

The vampire's eyes widened, he shook his head wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him. These were the first friendly words he had had from Giles, and he felt oddly touched by them.

"Think nothing of it," He said quietly.

They both settled into a companionable silence.

*Watcher and vampire on a midnight stroll, Dru would appreciate that one* Spike thought to himself.

"I understand you better than you think mate," He said to Giles.

"How so?" asked Giles.

"I was stuck in a wheelchair for months after Buffy dropped a church organ on me. Hated it, had to rely on Dru for everything. Worst bloody time of my unlife, even had her bringing me dogs to feed on," he grinned.

Giles chuckled

"I never knew that, guess you do understand me. I hate this incapacity; if we find Willow, she will have to do some sort of forgetting spell on me, because I am not sure if I can forgive her for these past few months," said Giles.

Spike patted Giles on the shoulder.

"Do you really think Willow has any idea of what she has done?" He asked

"Looking at it from your point of view, you would be Willow's champion. Nevertheless, while we are getting things off our chests, although it pains me to admit it, Buffy has been happier since Willow's spell. And a lot of that is down to you Spike," He finished awkwardly.

"We will have to go on these walks a bit more often mate; it certainly improves your mood. And just for reference the spell only affected you and Xander, Buffy and I have immunity, being a slayer and a vampire," He growled.

Giles sighed, this was one argument he had no chance of winning.

"That's enough for one night, shall we make our way back?" Said Giles, a little wearily.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Spike entered the Bedroom, drooling at the sight that was Buffy. She was asleep on the bed wrapped in a fluffy bath towel. He took off his coat and laid it at the foot of the bed. Working his way up the bed until he was face to face with her. He blew on her exposed neck, the coolness of his breath caused her skin to pucker and she shivered.

"Nice try Spike, but your bed is on the floor tonight," She muttered sleepily.

For the first time since entering the room, he noticed the pile of blankets and pillows on the bedroom floor. He sat up in indignation.

"Come on pet, have a heart," He pleaded

Buffy opened her eyes

"It's traditional, the bride and groom always spend the night before the wedding apart. Besides if you sleep on here with me, we know how that will work out," She replied.

Spike grinned "Would that be so very bad love?"

"Spike please!" She pleaded

"Ok, I know when I am defeated, it will give me plenty of time to rest up for the big night. So you had better make sure you get a good nights sleep, because you won't be getting much tomorrow," he promised.

Spike settled down on the hard floor in his makeshift bed. Oh well, he had slept in worse places. He closed his eyes conjuring up images in his head of the days to come, and he swiftly fell asleep with a big silly grin on his face.

The day of their wedding, dawned bright and warm. Buffy awoke and stretched with feline grace, she looked lovingly at the figure still fast asleep on the floor. Spike muttered something in his sleep and turned over. He looked most uncomfortable, Buffy's heart melted at the sight of him, after this night, this wonderful man would be hers, heart, body and soul. Well maybe not soul she thought forlornly, but two out of three wasn't bad.

She looked at her watch on the bedside table. It was 9am, Buffy's eyes widened in alarm. She scrambled out of bed. There was still so much to do. After a quick shower, Buffy hurried downstairs. Giles was already out of bed. Dressed and shaved, looking very much like the Giles of old.

"Hey Giles, what's up?" She asked.

Buffy couldn't help the rush of tears that stung her eyes. Seeing him like this was like all her Christmases coming at once, well almost.

"Morning Buffy, thought I might go to the public library today, was told they have excellent resources for people with my um disabilities," He said

Buffy smiled sadly, and wiped away a tear.

"That's great Giles you have spent too long indoors," said Buffy.

"You are right, I have to stop feeling sorry for myself. I have to have faith that Xander and Anya will find Willow, even if they don't life still has to go on," He smiled.

Buffy fondly kissed her watcher on the cheek.

"I am getting some coffee, want some?" She asked.

"No thanks tea is more my poison," He said, holding up his mug.

The kitchen was empty; Joyce had already left for work. Buffy felt a sharp disappointment lance through her; she really hoped her mom wouldn't be late home from the gallery tonight. She felt terrible for deceiving every one, but this was the only road left open to them. Buffy really needed to see her mom before leaving; it was after all her wedding day. After a quick look at the clock, Buffy gulped down her hot coffee; only narrowly missing first degree burns to her mouth. Slopping the remains down on the counter, she left through the backdoor.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The bell rang out as Buffy entered the magic shop. A young girl she had never seen before, beamed at her nervously from behind the counter. Buffy smiled back and approached her.

"Hi," said Buffy

"How can I help you?" asked the girl.

"I am looking for something special; I am getting married tonight and I know it's leaving it a bit late, but I am looking for a present for my husband to be," said Buffy.

The girl looked dreamily at her.

"Awww that's so sweet, what kind of things is he into? I need some ideas here," said the girl.

Buffy thought for a moment

"Well he likes leather, not adverse to the odd bit of jewellery,"

Buffy looked at the girl who had started to frown at her description.

"Oh, but not in a biker sense," She reassured her.

"Well, we have a wide selection over here in this glass cabinet," She said, ushering Buffy over to one of the display cases.

About an hour and hundred necklaces later, Buffy still had not found anything to catch her eye, there were only a handful left. Then at the very back of the cabinet, she finally found the perfect one, reaching in she removed it and held it up to the light. It had a long silver chain with a most unusual pendant attached to it. It was a strange looking stone with a symbol etched into it, and when held to the light it emitted a bluish glow.

"Oh it's beautiful, I'll take it!" exclaimed Buffy.

"It is very nice, do you want it gift wrapped?" asked the girl, enthusiastically.

Buffy left the magic shop, her wedding gift to Spike safely tucked away in her bag. She walked dreamily past a few shops. Stopping dead in her tracks outside a wedding dress shop. Placing her hands on the glass, she peered inside. It looked like an Aladdin's cave of goodies; in all the excitement, she couldn't believe she had forgotten an outfit. Just a little something she reasoned to herself, as she entered the shop.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

By the time Buffy arrived home, she felt like her feet no longer belonged to her body. Dropping her shopping bags in the hall, she collapsed onto the sofa. The house was quiet.

"Spike!" She called out.

"Upstairs pet," He replied

Buffy wearily dragged herself up off the sofa and trudged upstairs. She started to open the door.

"Don't come in!" Spike said

Buffy hesitated at the doorway.

"What's the matter Spike?" She asked, imagining all sorts of disasters.

"Nothing bad, it will just ruin the surprise, and it's bad luck," he said

"Oh Spike, that only applies to seeing the bride in her dress before its time," She giggled, opening the door slightly.

"Buffy! I humoured you about the separate sleeping arrangements," He reminded her.

"Ok Spike, don't have a mental," She snapped, walking off to the bathroom.

Spike smiled as he looked down at himself. He was wearing a beautiful black tuxedo, on loan from Giles's wardrobe. *Well the old git would never miss it would he? * Spike thought to himself. He fastened the black bow tie; it took some time as he had sadly got out of practise with it. Wishing more than ever that he had a reflection to work with. He quickly stripped off his 'borrowed suit' and carefully folded it, and placed it in Buffy's now empty weapons bag.

"Spike, I am coming in now," Said Buffy, pushing her way into their room.

"Be my guest goldilocks," Spike purred

Buffy squealed as she entered the room, and saw Spike standing there in his naked glory. Her face turning red as her eyes betrayed her, and they travelled the length of his magnificent body.

"See anything you like the look of Love?" He leered.

"No!" She said, clearing her head of its lust filled thoughts.

Buffy grabbed a robe off the chair in the corner, throwing it at Spike.

"You are a pig Spike," She grinned,

"So you keep telling me," he replied.

Spike put on the robe and sat down on the bed.

"There's lots still to do, and very little time left and I have a note to write to mom. I can't do this without your help," She pleaded

"Just tell me what you need," He said

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Suns going down love, it's time to go," Spike said, gently.

He touched Buffy on the arm, she jumped. Her thoughts at that moment, were far from her bedroom.

"Sorry ,I was in another world for a moment. Oh Spike I am so disappointed, neither mom nor Giles are home yet," She wailed.

Spike pulled her to him, as she cried.

"It's probably for the best, how would you explain bursting into tears at the thought of going on patrol?" He reasoned.

Buffy smiled at his words "Yeah I suppose you are right"

Spike picked up the weapons bag off the floor.

"Shall we go then love?" He asked

Buffy took one last look around her home; the next time she entered here, she would be Mrs Lovejoy. It was a sobering thought. She linked her arm through Spike's.

"Let's do it," She said.

TBC

Chapter 6

Viva Las Vegas

Giles returned home to a silent house. After unleashing Shakespeare, he made his way to the kitchen and felt around for the tea jar. He was fine on his own, as long as people remembered to put things back in their proper places. As he felt this was not one of those occasions; he abandoned his efforts, returning to the lounge. He sat down waiting for someone to come home. Rubbing his sightless tired eyes, Giles soon dozed off.

"Giles wake up," said Joyce, gently shaking him.

"What is it?" He said, sleepily rousing.

"Just got off the phone; some man from the magic shop called. Must admit, he wasn't making a lot of sense," She replied.

"Well tell me what he said," He encouraged.

"First; he rambled on about how it had taken him all afternoon, to get my number from the name on some credit card receipt,"

"Yes, yes," said Giles, a little more impatiently than he had intended.

"Seems a new girl sold a pendant today, to someone fitting Buffy's description; he was concerned it may be a mistake," She said.

Giles leaned forward on the sofa; a sense of dread settled in his chest.

"Why did he think it might be a mistake?" he asked.

"They said it had the symbol of a goddess on it or something, gave me a name; now what was it?"

She frowned hard trying to remember exactly what the man had said.

"Now Joyce, do try to be exact please," Giles said, urgently.

"Oh, oh, I know what it was now; Frigg; yes, that's it Frigg! She said, triumphantly.

"Oh dear," Said the watcher, turning pale.

"What is it?" She asked, seeing the alarm on Giles's face.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Come on Spike, hurry the taxi is waiting on the other side of the cemetery, we don't want to miss it," Buffy said

"Nag, nag, we aren't even wed yet either," He frowned.

"Well the longer we spend around here, the more chance we have of being stopped by someone," She replied.

"Stop panicking Buff, no one will find that note for hours, besides there are about a million wedding chapels in Vegas," He said, attempting to soothe her.

"I just want everything to be perfect," She whined

"It will be love," he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

They made their way through the cemetery; the taxi was waiting, exactly where they had arranged. Buffy realised she had been holding her breath; afraid that some unseen force would stop them. Such was her urgency to be joined to this wonderful blonde vampire, at her side. Spike was ever the gentleman, as he opened the door of the cab for her, and she got in. Normally she resisted such displays of chivalry, but coming from Spike, she found it sweet and endearing. As Spike sat down beside her, she shivered noticeably; an icy chill ran down her spine.

"What is it? Sweetheart; are you cold? Spike asked, putting his arm around her.

The moment was forgotten, as the driver turned round in his seat, "Where to?" he asked.

"Sunnydale International," She answered.

Spike raised an eyebrow in surprise "We're flying there?" he asked.

"Yep, I thought it would be the safest bet; I know it's only a few hours from here and we could have hired a car, but the way I drive, I had serious doubts about us getting there in one piece, She smiled.

"Could have asked me, I am a good driver. Been doing it long enough; learnt to drive back in the 1900's," He pouted

Buffy coughed, reminding him of the fact that they had an audience. Spike grinned at his mistake, and made a zipping motion across his mouth. It had the effect of drawing Buffy's attention to his lips; giving him a heated look, she launched herself at him. Buffy was past caring, if they were alone or not.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Riley followed the taxi as close as he could, so that the occupants would not be aware they were being tailed. Judging from what he could see going on in the back seat; they wouldn't have noticed an apocalypse. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, as he was forced to witness the sickening display. Hell, he'd not even kissed her. Instead he had chosen to go slowly, out of respect for the fact, she had so recently been let down by Parker. Buffy Summers was a tease; he decided in his warped revenge fuelled mind. She and her inhuman lover were going to pay. He noticed from the signs along the highway, that they were headed for Sunnydale International. Good job I packed an over night bag, He thought to himself smugly.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Giles, what is it? Tell me!" Joyce said, losing her usual calm manner.

Giles sighed, reaching for his absent glasses out of time old habit.

"Frigg is a goddess, from Nordic mythology, she was Odin's wife; she protected a man's marriage and," He halted, blushing.

"And?" She pleaded.

"She made him fertile," He finished.

Joyce breathed an audible sigh of relief. She couldn't help laughing. "Well that's okay, there are no married men here to worry about," She said.

Giles joined in the laughter.

"Yes, you are right. Besides the wearer of the pendant has to call the goddess's name, to invoke her powers,"

Giles relaxed back onto the sofa, smiling at his earlier panic.

"What are her powers; besides the virility thing? Joyce enquired.

"Well, legend has it; that by calling on her name on the wedding night, would bless the happy couple with children, she also sees the future, but cannot reveal it," He supplied

Joyce looked at her watch; it was getting late. Time to be getting dinner she thought. Buffy was sure to be home soon, that's if she hadn't gone straight on patrol, as she was sometimes known to. Spike was usually willing to lend a hand in the kitchen; Joyce walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"Spike!" She called up. She waited a few seconds, getting no reply.

"Don't think they are home at the moment," answered Giles from the living room.

"Funny, it's only six forty-five the sun had barely set by the time I arrived home," said Joyce, puzzled.

"Maybe they have plans for the evening, and decided to get the patrolling out of the way early," He reasoned.

"I don't know, call it mother's intuition, but I have a feeling something is not quite right," said Joyce

Joyce climbed the stairs, and knocked loudly on Buffy's door. Something she had learned to do after an unfortunate incident; not long after Spike had first moved in.

"Buffy, Spike?" She called.

Receiving no answer; Joyce turned the handle and opened the door slowly. The room was in a mess. Draws were open; clothing lay all over the bed. Her heart was in her mouth at the sight. Her eyes stopping on a white envelope resting, on a pile of clothing. She gasped. They must have run away, she didn't think Buffy would do that to her again, not after the last time. Her hands trembling, she reached out for the envelope, hastily tearing it open, not wanting to prolong the agony. As she read the words, tears slid down her cheeks, in relief and dismay at the same time.

"Oh Buffy," She sobbed, aloud.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"We're here Miss," The taxi driver said.

Getting no reply, he knocked loudly on the glass. The couple broke apart.

"Oh sorry," Buffy said breathlessly, handing the driver the fare.

She looked at her watch, and her eyes widened. They were way behind schedule. She had forgotten about the early evening traffic. They were going to have to make a run for it. Buffy almost physically removed Spike from the taxi, in her haste to be gone.

"What's the hurry love?" he asked.

"If we don't get moving, we'll miss our flight," She said, desperately.

They made a mad dash into the airport; the last call for their flight came over the loudspeaker. Riley pulled in, just in time to witness them running through the main doors. He had no option, but to park in front of the airport's main entrance. Leaving the door of his vehicle open, he grabbed his bag off the passenger seat, and ran after them. To his surprise, his view was blocked, by the biggest police officer he had ever seen.

"You can't park that here!" he boomed.

"I am on official government business; let me pass!" demanded Riley.

"I don't care, if you are the White House Chief of Staff, no parking! Let's see some I.D," replied the officer, looking Riley up and down.

Riley searched around in his jacket. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, his fumblings becoming more urgent, as he was unable to locate the missing wallet. "Would you believe, I left it in my other pants?" Riley asked, attempting to push past the man.

The officer stood firm like a tree, and grabbed Riley's forearm twisting it behind him. He then slammed him against the hood of his own car. He was cuffed in an instant.

"Spread em'!" demanded the officer.

Riley had no choice, but to comply. His anger had grown way beyond boiling point.

"I'll have your job for this;" he hissed at the cop.

"Yeah, yeah", He said indifferently, pausing mid sentence, as he pulled a gun from the back of Riley's pants. "This is all the I.D. I need". He said smugly, talking into his radio "Send a car, got a live one here; caught him trying to enter the airport with a firearm,"

Riley relaxed against the hood of his car in defeat. He knew he wasn't going anywhere tonight. After what seemed like an eternity later, he was hauled off into the back of the patrol car.

"I'd better get my phone call, when we get where we are going!" Yelled Riley.

"You will get it, when we are good and ready, now shut up!" Replied the officer

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Wow; that was close, luckily they let us take the bags on as hand luggage," Buffy panted.

Spike put the bags away in the overhead compartments and settled down in the seat next to Buffy. The announcement for them to fasten their seat belts came over the speaker. Spike looked at the two ends, trying desperately to fasten them. He looked at Buffy imploringly. A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Spike is this your first time on a plane?" She asked

"Maybe," he mumbled, "Could you?" He asked, holding up the two ends.

Buffy smiled at him, fastening him into his seat. She had just assumed that having been around so long, he must have flown before. Glancing at him again, she thought she saw fear in his eyes.

"Hey, it will be okay baby," She said, taking his hand in hers.

The engines started up, and Spike gripped her hand tighter.

"Close your eyes and think about the honeymoon, that will help take your mind off things," She suggested

"Yeah, what an excellent idea", He agreed.

Spike relaxed his hold on Buffy's hand, as the plane took off, lost in pleasant thoughts. As the aircraft levelled out, the sign came on for them to remove their seatbelts. Buffy freed herself, then Spike.

"Hey, you can open your eyes now," She said.

"Shhhh, I was just getting to the part of the honeymoon, where you come out of the bathroom, dressed in the shortest negligee I have ever seen," He grinned opening his beautiful blue eyes; raising her hand to his lips he kissed it tenderly.

"Wish hard enough and it just might come true," She said, shyly.

"I love you Buffy Summers," He whispered.

"I love you too, William Lovejoy," She smiled at him.

Spike looked at her keenly

"Feel like joining the mile high club?" he asked

"Not a hope in hell Spike!" How did you know about that?" She asked, thumping his arm.

"There are a lot of things I know about, that I haven't tried before. Want to further my education?" He winked saucily at her.

He sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to get any, until they were legally wed. This was going to be one long flight. Settling down in the seat, he closed his eyes deciding to get some rest, he quickly fell asleep.

He awoke an hour later, with a start, as the plane jolted onto the runway. He looked over at Buffy, she was fast asleep. He leaned in closer to her, listening to her breathing. Unable to resist the soft pink lips, he covered them with his own. Buffy was the first mortal he had been with; he would never get tired of the feel of her warmth and her heartbeat. The blood pumping around her body, oh the blood, he thought.

Buffy's eyes flew open, disorientated for a moment. She looked into a pair of yellow demonic eyes, rearing back in alarm.

"Spike, check the lumpies!" She hissed.

Spike's hand flew to his forehead "Sorry pet, got a bit carried away. Any way, thought you might like to know that we're here, "

TBC

 

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