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Happyverse Series: Part 8/15

AUTHOR: JodyorJen
EMAIL: jodyorjen@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike, Xander/Willow
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Eighth in the Happyverse series. Sequel to "On The Road". Yes, all of these drinks really exist. So does Las Vegas, reportedly.
DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. GO team!
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Part 8: Bright Light City

Buffy's heels tapped loudly on the marble floor. She looked up and saw that the ceiling was covered with a riot of blown glass shapes. Galaxies, planets and stars swirled everywhere that she looked. "Are you sure this is the right place, Spike?" she said uncertainly. He grabbed her hand and led her to the reservations desk of the hotel. The Scoobies followed behind them, stopping to gape at the luxurious atmosphere of the lobby.

"Welcome to the Bella Luna," said the desk clerk. "How may I help you?"

"We're the Walthrop party, here for the wedding," said Spike.

She tapped her keyboard and looked up with a smile. She handed him three small paper folders. "Honeymoon Suite, Tranquility Suite and Serenity Suite." Spike turned and handed one folder to Willow and one to Xander. "And room 1532," she said, sliding another folder. Spike gave it to Dawn. "There are only three suites on the top floor, pet, so you're one level down," he explained.

The teenager yawned. "Fine with me. I don't need a babysitter."

"Have a wonderful stay, sir," said the clerk, "and congratulations." A bellhop with a cart and their luggage led the way to an elevator. He pressed a button and up they went. They looked through the side of the glass elevator, watching the lobby grow smaller and smaller.

"You said that the hotel was nice," said Buffy, "but you didn't say it was quite this nice." Spike looked down at her, smiling.

"Well, you said that you just wanted to run off and elope, that you didn't care if it was romantic." He gazed deeply into her eyes. "But I do." She caught her breath, and pulled him close, holding him tight as she kissed him passionately.

"Oh, no kissies," said Willow. "Save the kissies for later."

"The elevator is a kissy free zone," declared Xander.

"At least you guys don't have to see it all the time," pointed out Dawn. "I've got Romeo and Juliet in my face every day." They continued to kiss, ignoring them, until the elevator opened.

"This is me," said Dawn as she stepped out.

"I'll get her settled in and meet you upstairs," said Spike, kissing Buffy on the forehead. He stepped out of the elevator, carrying Dawn's suitcase. "Now, I'm trusting you to behave yourself, bit," he lectured. "No sneaking out to get a spot of gambling in, no getting sloshed from the minibar, no ordering porno films on pay per view."

"Oh, gross, Spike," said Dawn, annoyed. She turned and glared at him, then laughed at his teasing expression. She opened the door to her room. It was a nice sized one decorated in shades of blue. It was
furnished with a table and chairs and a desk, as well as a king size bed. Spike put down her suitcase next to the door.

"We'll call you in the morning and let you know what time we're meeting up," said Spike. "Call up to the Honeymoon Suite if you need anything." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"I'll be fine," she said. He left and she did a little whirl around the room. "I'm all alone," she sang to herself. "I'm free!" She flopped back on the bed, arms outstretched. She stared at the ceiling for a minute, then got up and wandered over to the minibar. "This is going to be fun," she said as she turned the key.

Spike walked up the flight of stairs, whistling happily. He opened the door into a long hallway and followed the signs to the honeymoon suite. He knocked on the ornate golden door. Buffy answered. He
stepped inside and grabbed her, pushing her against the wall and nuzzling her neck. "Thank God we're alone," he said as his hands stroked her breasts. "If I have to be around the Scoobies for another second I'll lose my mind."

"Guess I'll go find a straight jacket for you then," said Willow from behind him. He whirled around.

"What the hell are you doing here, Red?" he said, exasperated.

"I'm staying with Buffy until after the wedding," said Willow, as she pulled a toiletry case from her backpack.

"Where am I supposed to sleep then?" asked Spike in disbelief. "Shall I shack up with Tara until Saturday night?"

"No, you're sleeping with Xander," explained Buffy. "Anya is sleeping with Tara."

"No, no, no," said Spike. "My days of bunking with monkey boy are long over."

"Sorry," said Buffy, "its tradition. The maid of honor and the bride stay together the night before the wedding."

"The wedding's two nights from now, Buffy," said Spike incredulously. "You expect me to go two whole nights without." he trailed off. "Sleeping?" he finished lamely.

"You can sleep with Xander," said Willow helpfully. "Meet you boys here in eight hours for breakfast." She shoved him out the door and slammed the door in his face.

Spike turned and stomped down the hall to the Tranquility Suite. He knocked on the door, and Xander answered. `This bloody well fucking sucks," announced Spike.

"I'm not loving this either, Mr. Chips," said Xander sarcastically. He let Spike inside. The blonde wandered around the beautiful suite, appointed with a living room area and a separate bedroom. Spike found his garment bag hanging up in the bedroom closet. Ambling back out, he sat next to Xander on the couch. They sat there for a minute, and then looked at each other awkwardly.

"Bar?" suggested Spike.

"Oh yeah," said Xander, shutting the door as they left.

Buffy and Willow reclined on the monstrous four-poster bed. They were dressed for a slumber party, with Willow in her pajamas and Buffy in a long white nightgown. Willow lay on her stomach, looking through a
glossy magazine of Las Vegas attractions, while the other girl ate a bag of potato chips and drank a ginger ale. `Tomorrow we could go see a pirate battle, or a volcanic eruption," said Willow. She sat up, excited. "Oh, cool! Downstairs in the hotel there's a gallery with paintings by the Old Masters." Noting Buffy's unimpressed look, she said, "they have a remote thingy that you can use. It tells you all about the paintings when you point it at them."

"That's cool. We'll have to check that out, then," said Buffy with a smile. Scanning through the hotel guidebook, she pointed excitedly. "This is so cool. We have to go there!"

`What is it?" asked Willow, peering over.

"A buffet," said the blonde. "With shrimp, crab legs, chocolate mousse, tuna tartare, and sushi. I am all over that."

"You're the bride. You want the buffet, the buffet you will have." She frowned. "I don't think that you can have sushi or anything tartare, though. It could be bad for the baby."

Buffy looked disappointed. "No sushi?" She looked down at the brochure. "But they have all you can eat Salmon Maki," she said sadly.

Willow smiled at her and patted her knee. "I'll look it up on the Internet. We'll see if we need to keep Tinkerbell away from the yummy sushi."

Buffy smiled and rubbed her abdomen. "I can't believe that I'm really pregnant," she said jubilantly. "It is really surreal."

"You and Spike as parents? Yes, that qualifies," said Willow. "You guys really lucked out with the elixir," she went on, as she plugged in her laptop. "That was some dangerous magick you guys were messing
with."

"The only danger we faced was Spike getting his ass kicked," said Buffy lightly.

Willow looked up. "You really should be more serious about it, Buffy," she said earnestly, her eyes wide. "You're lucky he didn't die." Buffy choked, and Willow patted her back.

Down in the bar, Spike and Xander worked their way through a long row of vodka shots. "Just two?" Spike said incredulously. "You've really only slept with two women?"

"Well I'm pretty sure Faith has a multiple personality disorder, so you could count her as more than one," said Xander.

"Wow. That's unbelievable in this day and age. I thought all you young Americans went out and started shagging in junior high school," said the other man.

"I was a late bloomer," said Xander. "Well, not really. Just couldn't find anyone to, you know, help me bloom." He paused. "There was one person I really wanted, but it just never worked out. Our thing never
got that far." He looked up. "How about you, stud boy? What's your track record?"

"Well," said Spike as he fiddled with his glass. "It hardly seems fair to compare. I've been around a hundred some odd years longer than you." He downed another couple of shots.

"Playing coy, huh? Well, there's Drusilla, and Harmony, and Buffy," listed Xander as he counted off on his fingers.

Spike motioned to the bartender for more drinks. He patted his pockets, coming up with an empty bag of Twizzlers. "I need a cigarette." He went to the machine in the corner, coming back with a pack. He tapped the box on the table. "Ashtray,' he muttered.

Xander looked at him. "You're avoiding the subject." His face lit up and he pointed at Spike. "That's your whole list, isn't it?" he said excitedly.

The bartender handed Spike an ashtray and a book of matches, and he lit up. "Oh that's so good," he said elatedly, sucking in the smoke.

"Over a hundred years, and you only bagged three girls," Xander said with a grin. "I am a god! I am a sex god compared to you!"

"I had plenty of opportunities," said Spike hotly. "I'm choosy."

"You dated Harmony. That does not a choosy guy make, " Xander said, pointing at him.

"I could have, lots of times, but I didn't do it," said Spike defensively. "In Prague, I got this nurse to take care of Dru when she was sick. This girl was so unbelievably hot. Huge tits. Natural blonde. A luscious ass, like a ripe, perfect peach."

"Don't let me interrupt your charming little anecdote," said an icy voice. Spike whipped around, his cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked into the face of his fiancée.

He quickly stubbed out the cigarette. "What's wrong, love? Are you alright?" he looked her over, worried. She was wearing her ducky robe and her bunny slippers. Her skin freshly cleaned and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Why are you down here not dressed?" he asked, slipping off his duster and putting it around her. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

"How long have you been lying to me?" she hissed. Spike picked up his duster and led her out to the hallway. Willow ran up, out of breath and wearing a skirt and sweater. Seeing their expressions, she backed off and went into the bar.

They rode up the elevator in silence. As soon as the door shut behind them in Xander's room, Buffy lost it. "How could you lie to me?" she yelled in a high-pitched voice. "How could you be so selfish?"

"Buffy, I don't know what you mean," he said. "What are you talking about?" He reached out to her, but she sidestepped him.

"The Elixir of Gordath," Buffy said. "You knew that if you drank it, there was a chance it might kill you. You didn't say a word, didn't mention that it might overheat your body and leave you a pile of dust!"

"I didn't want to worry you, sweetheart," he said soothingly. "I just wanted to make you happy."

"We are a couple," she said shrilly. "You don't get to make decisions like that without me. Not any more."

They stared at each other for a moment, holding each other's gaze. "I knew you wouldn't let me do it," said Spike slowly. "That's why I didn't tell you."

"How could you be such an idiot?" she yelled, getting in his face.

He pulled away, angry. "All I wanted was to give you what any other man could," he said. "I couldn't ask you to marry me otherwise."

"You thought that if you couldn't knock me up I wouldn't think you were a real man?" she said sarcastically.

"I was afraid that marrying me would make you settle for less," said Spike passionately. "I wanted to be whole for you."

She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "You could have died and left me alone!" she said, her eyes full of the pain and fear that thought caused. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he rocked her back and forth.

"I'm sorry, Buffy, I'm so sorry," he whispered in her hair.

"I love you," Buffy said earnestly. "I'm so glad we're having the baby, but all I needed was you." He looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply, greedily tasting her mouth. She entwined her tongue with his, holding his head in both of her hands. He pulled away and untied her robe as he slipped it off her shoulders. She undid his belt and pushed his chest, toppling him backwards onto the carpet. She pulled off her nightgown and sank down on top of him, moving in harsh, powerful thrusts. He groaned and fondled her breasts. Gently, he swirled his thumbs over her nipples. She tightened all around him, shattering into orgasm.

"That was quick," he said, surprised.

"My breasts are really sensitive," she said breathlessly. "My nipples are all tingly." He pulled her torso towards him and moved inside her with deep, slow strokes. He licked her nipple firmly, his tongue
making it wet and hard. She came again, digging her nails into his shoulder.

"I could get used to this," he said, as he moved inside her. With every flick of his tongue, she came, and each orgasm made her move on him faster and faster. He rolled on top of her and smashed them into
a coffee table, which sent it crashing into the wall. He pulled out of her and then plunged back in as he grabbed her hips in a tight grasp. She savagely bit his shoulder, making him yell with pleasure and pain. He licked her neck and made her tremble, then bit down hard. She screamed and ripped her fingernails down his back, and they both cried out in pleasure, swept away by a towering inferno of sensation.

"I'm guessing that they're having the make up sex about now," said Xander, slurring his words. "I just hope not where I'm going to be sleeping." He picked up another vodka shot, and slugged it back.

"I think this hotel makes you want sex," said Willow drunkenly. Five empty shot glasses sat in front of her, along with two huge, empty glasses shaped like hula girls. She twirled a small paper parasol in her fingers. "I don't remember being horny before I got here."

"We don't get the sex," said Xander sadly. "Tara and Anya are asleep upstairs." He brightened. "Hey, we can have sex drinks, though."

She looked at him blankly. "You know, Sex on the Beach, Slow Comfortable Screw, Swedish Blowjob," he explained.

"Oh! I know some of those!" said Willow excitedly. "There's Screaming Multiple Orgasm, and Sit On My Face, and Martian Hardon. The guys at Lowell House used to make those." She grinned at Xander, taking his last shot and drinking it.

He motioned, and the bartender came over. "I'd like a Redhead's Nipple and three more shots of Stoli."

Willow smiled and gave him her order. "I'd like a Purple Elastic Thunder Fuck, please."

Upstairs, Dawn sat on her bed, surrounded by candy wrappers. She held a rum and Coke. Two little bottles of Bacardi lay empty next to her. On her television, a man and woman writhed around, having sex to a pulsing soundtrack. Her mouth hung open, and she tilted her head, watching the action. "Damn," she said, taking a big swig of her drink.

Buffy and Spike lay in bed, spooned together. "We should sleep, pet," he said. "It's almost three and we're having breakfast at nine."

She turned towards him and nibbled his lower lip. He sighed and shut his eyes with pleasure. "I'm not sleepy," she said, as she threw her leg over his and slipped him inside her. She pulled him onto her,
grabbing his ass in her hands. `Please fuck me," she said quietly.

"What did you say?" he said, startled.

"Please fuck me," she said louder, enunciating every syllable. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the bed.

`Say it again," he said huskily, panting with desire.

Buffy squirmed underneath him as she clenched and unclenched the muscles around his cock. "I want you to fuck me, Spike," she said breathily, "fuck me hard." She gave him a seductive look. She gasped as he pulled her legs tightly around him.

"You're playing with matches, you naughty girl," he growled. He pounded into her mercilessly. "You're going to start a fire. I'm going to burn you real good." The headboard pounded rhythmically against the wall with every thrust.

Xander and Willow stumbled out of the elevator and down the hall to her room. "Here you go, Will," he said, "home sweet home." She pulled her keycard from her pocket. She stuck it in the lock, and tried to
open the door. "It's broken," she said.

`I know how to do this," he said, fumbling. He took the card and pulled it in and out of the lock several times, finally hitting the green light and turning the knob at the same time. The door opened and they tumbled in. "Here you are, little lady," he slurred. "Time for you to mosey on up to that big old bed and ride off into the sleepy sunset."

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said awkwardly.

`Well, that's my cue to go," he said as he turned away.

"I'm going to be sick," she said, as she moved abruptly and knocked into a pedestal vase on a table. Xander dove for it and caught it just in time. She vomited all over herself, and started to cry. "Oh,
no," she sobbed, "I made a big mess."

He wrapped his hand around her waist. She threw up again, covering his front. He helped her to the bathroom. "It's okay, Willow, I'm here," he said soothingly. He held her hair back while she got sick
into the toilet. She continued to cry. "I'm all pukey," she said as she gestured to her dirty clothes.

"Here, let me help," Xander said. He pulled off her sodden sweater and skirt and wrapped a towel around her. She continued to heave, and he gently patted her back. When she had settled a bit, she sat on the
edge of the tub. "Here, Will,' he said as he handed her a cup of water. He looked through Buffy's bag on the counter, pulled out two aspirin and passed them to her.

"I can't drink this," she said. "I'll get sick again." Her hands shook and she almost dropped the water. He stripped off his filthy shirt and sat down. He cradled her in his lap as he placed the pills on her tongue and held the glass to her lips. She finished the glass of water and rested her head against his shoulder. "You're good to me," she said as she stroked his chest. "You've always been so good to me."

The smell of her hair, her hand on his chest and the feel of her in his lap was too much for him to take. He became fiercely aroused. "Let's get you in bed," he said as he stood up abruptly. She almost fell, and so did he. `Sorry, sorry about that," he said as he walked her slowly to the bed. She stumbled and fell, and he fell on top of her. His erection pressed against her stomach.

"Is that because of me?" she asked as she tilted her head, a small smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry," he said as he pulled away. `I can't help it." She held him and made him stay. He looked down at her and tried to force down his desire.

"Do you know how many years I thought about this?" she asked. "I always wondered what it would be like to have you look at me the way you are now. I wanted to know what it would be like, to make you want
me. I dreamed about how you would feel inside me." Her eyes shone brightly in the dark.

"That was a long time ago," he said shakily as he tried to keep it together. "I guess we'll never know."

"I really want to know, Xander," she said softly.

"We can't do this," he said, "We have Anya, and Tara."

"It's just a dream," she said as she rubbed her hands down his back. "It's just a sweet dream of mine, and I bet it's still your dream too." She pulled his mouth to hers, and he was lost.

Passion spilled from one of them to the other and kindled a flame that had burned low for years. He drank from her mouth and remembered how good it had always been between them. He slid down her body,
tugged off her panties and slipped his tongue inside her. She moaned, and clenched her hands around his shoulders. He licked and sucked at her sweet warmth until she came, her small cries making him grow even harder. "Not here," he said, "not on the floor." He carried her awkwardly to the bed as he swayed and tripped slightly.

He dropped her on the pillow and stripped off his pants and underwear. He leaned forward and unhooked the clasp of her bra. The moonlight heightened the whiteness of her skin and made her glow against the dark bedspread. He straddled her, and she stroked him with her hand as he kissed her breasts, lavishing attention on each one. He felt his orgasm coming on, and pushed her hand away.

"Are you sure?" he said huskily, not sure he could stop now.

"Please," she said as she locked her eyes with his. He moved inside her, and she wrapped her arms around him. They kissed slowly, languidly as they made love to each other.

Spike and Buffy sat in the huge tub. She rested her head against his chest as he soaped up her front. "You washed my breasts five times already," she said. `I'm the squeakiest clean Buffy ever."

"Quality control, love," he said, rinsing her off with the washcloth.

"You realize that you are going to pay for sneaking that cigarette," she said.

He smirked. "Oh, please love, punish me for being wicked."

She yawned. "We really should go to bed," she said. "All the normal people must be sleeping by now."

"I don't think we know any normal people," Spike remarked.

Dawn's eyelids fluttered, still fixed on the sexcapades on TV. Her eyes gently shut as she fell back against her pillows. She rolled over and gently snored as several empty vodka miniatures and soda cans fell to the floor.

"Thanks for the dream," whispered Xander as he kissed Willow's forehead. She smiled as she slept. He pulled the blankets around her shoulders and left the room. After he entered his suite, he put on his pajamas and lied on the couch. He drifted off to sleep as he smiled.

"I'm starving, "said Anya, as she walked down the hallway. "I could eat a horse. Well, not a real horse," she amended. "A horse sized amount of food."

`Well, there's a gigantic buffet downstairs calling our name," said Tara as she smiled.. Anya rapped on the door of the honeymoon suite. Willow opened the door, looking fresh and perky.

"Ready for breakfast?" asked Tara.

"Surprisingly, yes," said Willow as they walked down the hall. "I drank like a fish last night. Poor Xander must have had to carry me upstairs. The whole thing is a big blur." She smiled at Tara. "But my appetite miraculously survived."

They knocked on Xander's door. He opened it, looking worse for the wear. "Ready to go to breakfast, sweetie?" said Anya.

"Yep, I'm ready to go," he said as he glanced over at Willow.

"You look a little hungover," said the redhead with a frown. "Do you think you can eat?"

"I was thinking maybe a nice glass of tomato juice," he said.

"Some people just shouldn't drink," said Willow, patting his shoulder. "I'm lucky. I have a cast iron stomach." He looked at her in disbelief.

"Is Buffy in there with Spike?" asked Tara.

"Yeah," said Xander, "and he threatened me with violence when I knocked on their door. I guess they're not hungry."

"Neither is Dawn," said the witch. "She said to call her when we're nowhere near food." They walked down the hall, and she pushed the button for the elevator.

"We need to do something really fun tonight," said Anya. "We wasted our whole first night in Vegas. We'll have to find out where the action is, because nothing is going on here." They stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind them.

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