Chapel of Love

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Happyverse Series: Part 12/15

AUTHOR: JodyorJen
EMAIL: jodyorjen@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike, Willow/Xander, Dawn/Other, Anya/Giles
DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. GO team!
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Part 12: Chapel of Love

Willow and Xander sat side by side in a fifties style diner. The small jukebox mounted on the wall of their booth played a Frank Sinatra song quietly in the background. They shared a banana split as they perused the page on the table in front of them. "I don't think I've ever paid fifty dollars for a piece of paper before," he said seriously.

"But this is no ordinary piece of paper," she said. "This is the map of our future." He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.

She looked down and something caught her eye. "Your mother's maiden name is Ferris?" She laughed. "She is Hilda Ferris Harris?"

"At least I can pronounce my mother's name." He pointed to the marriage license. "I dare you to pronounce this."

"Korlobovoniskovitch," she said distinctly.

"That's not a name," he said seriously. "I'm pretty sure it's not even English."

Willow wadded up a napkin and threw it at him. "It's Russian, you silly." She laughed. "Look at us. We're not even married yet, and here comes the bickering."

"This is not bickering," he said. "This is just a really advanced form of flirting." He ran his fingers slowly and deliberately down her neck, and she closed her eyes.

"One cherry coke, one vanilla coke," said a bored voice. They broke apart as the waitress put down their drinks.

"We need to plan," said Willow breathily. "I can't think while you're touching me." Reluctantly Xander slid into the other side of the booth.

Giles leaned against a wall. Colored lights reflected off his glasses as he stared into the pulsating mass of bodies on the dance floor. His eyes never strayed from one blonde girl who moved sensually at the center of the chaos. "I think I'm going to get out of here," said Tara loudly over the roar of club music.

He turned her attention to her. "Sorry?"

"I'm going to leave," she yelled. "This really isn't my idea of a good time."

"That makes two of us," he said in her ear. "Do you want me to escort you to your room?"

She shook her head. "No, that's okay. You'd better keep an eye on Anya. She's had a whole lot to drink and she seems a little manic tonight."

"I'll be sure to watch her," he said. She smiled at him and left. He took up his spot on the wall again, and his gaze returned to the girl.

"More bubbles, please," called Buffy. She lay in the large heart shaped bathtub in her suite. Heaps of bubbles covered her from toes to neck. Spike popped his head in the bathroom.

"That was the whole bottle, pet," he said with a smile.

"Okay. Then I need a bath pillow," she said.

"Did you bring one?" he asked.

"Sure did." She turned and beckoned with one finger. "You." He smiled at her sultrily and stripped off his clothes. He stepped in the pink marble tub and scooted behind her. She leaned back against him with a blissful sigh.

"If we had one of these at home," she said happily, "I would want to do this every day."

He massaged her neck, and she purred. "Oh, I like that noise," he said, pleased.

"More," she said, and he gently tipped her head forward. He firmly massaged her neck and shoulders until she was totally relaxed.

"I like your hands," she said with a big smile.

He slipped his hand down below the bubbles. She moaned and arched her back. "I know you do, baby," he said in a low voice. He stroked her and the bubbles shifted and splashed until Buffy came, her skin flushed from the bath and her orgasm. She collapsed back into his arms, and he kissed her on the curve of her shoulder.

Dawn slept in her bed. She tossed and turned as her long hair trailed over the pillow. Someone stood in the shadows and watched her. She stirred, and sat up in bed. "Aurelius?" she whispered. He stepped
forward. "I knew you'd change your mind," she said jubilantly.

He came to the bed. "I'm not a pedophile," he said. She stiffened. "I was wrong to touch you at all once I knew who you were. But you had no right to force yourself on me. I'm just relieved that I stopped you before you lost your innocence, before anything irreversible happened."

"I love you," she said passionately. "I knew what I was doing. I wanted you to make me yours."

"No," he said harshly. "I refuse. I refuse to mark you. I refuse to claim you. I will not make you mine."

"I love you," she said again. "I want to be with you forever."

He sat down on the bed and took her hand in his. "Beloved, I know what forever is. I have lived more years than you can comprehend. I have loved and lost many women and lived dozens of lives. "He looked
at her sadly. "You can't love me. I won't let you. To love a vampire is to barter a piece of your soul."

"I already love a vampire," she said as she pulled away. "He would do anything to protect me. He would die for my sister and nearly did. "

He looked away. "Spike has the heart of a romantic," he said. "I don't. I have the heart of a madman."

"That's why you helped me and helped Tara? That's why you live here with people instead of plotting to kill them all? Because you're so evil?" she said mockingly.

"I'm a demon," he said harshly. "I am evil, Dawn. You're the Slayer's sister; you should know what that means."

"You love me," she said vehemently. "I love you. That's all that matters." She ran her hand through his long black hair. He leaned forward, so very drawn to her, but stopped.

"You don't know enough of life to know what you'd give up if you loved me." He looked at her. "You need to go, live your life, grow, and learn."

"But I want you," she said as she began to cry. "I feel like you are part of me. I feel whole when I'm with you."

"Never forget that I love you," he said softly, "just try to understand why I have to let you go." He kissed her gently on the forehead and left.

Giles walked Anya back to her room. "That was really fun," she said. "I like getting out on the dance floor and going where the music takes me."

He smiled at her. "I could tell by your ever-present grin that you were having a good time. It was nearly worth listening to that tiresome din."

"What's your idea of a good time?" asked Anya curiously.

"I like to listen to music, browse in bookstores, drink really good Scotch," he said matter-of-factly.

"That sounds very boring and stuffy, Giles." She looked at him. "I don't think that's really you at all. Or at least not all there is of you."

He looked away. "I don't know what you mean."

She looked at him. "We had sex, remember? You were amazing, unbelievable in fact. I felt your fire and passion." He looked at her. "It's all there under the surface. But you're afraid to let it go."

He took of his glasses and polished them on his sleeve. "That was just a spell. It had nothing to do with real life."

"I think you're wrong." She looked over at him. "You told me that you'd wanted me for a long time."

They stopped outside her door. "And I understand how wrong that is," he said as he looked in her eyes.

"What's wrong with it?" she said curiously.

"You were my student, and then my employee. Not to mention you were with another man," he said.

"None of those things apply now. Do you want to come in?" She opened the door.

"You've been drinking, and I know that you are still grieving. It just wouldn't be right," he explained.

Pain washed over her features. "You don't have to make up excuses." She turned away.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Anya, I want you so badly," he said nakedly. She looked at him, stunned. "You're one of the reasons that I left Sunnydale. I couldn't stand to see you every day, feeling
the way that I do."

She stared in his eyes, and she saw passion there, and desire, and something deeper. "Do you respect me?" she asked.

"Of course I respect you," he said affectionately. "There are so many things about you that I admire. Your verve, and your candor, and your wit." He broke off his litany as she pressed her lips to his. She pulled him into her suite and kicked the door behind her.

"We need three hundred dollars to get married at the chapel next door," said Xander. "And we need to get wedding rings too."

"How are we doing on fundage?" asked Willow as she sipped her soda.

"Well, after the license, we now have a whopping seventy two dollars and thirty three cents," he said.

"We can do this tomorrow," said the redhead sadly. "Or we can wait and do this another time." They looked at each other.

"No, there must be some way," said Xander firmly. He searched through his pockets. His face stilled and he looked at Willow.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. He held up Anya's engagement ring in his fingers. The waitress came over to bring them their check.

"Do you know where the closest pawn shop is?" he asked her.

Buffy lay against the pillows on her bed. Her head rolled back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. "Please, please, don't stop," she begged.

Spike adjusted her foot in his lap and continued to massage her sole with firm pressure from his thumbs. "I won't stop until you're satisfied," he said with a leer. He drew his hands up her leg and worked her calf muscle. When she was reduced to jelly, he switched to the other leg and started with her foot. She made contented sighs and moans until he slipped his fingers along the arch of her foot. She began to plead with him. "Oh, please, please, more."

"You don't sound very relaxed, sweets," he pointed out. "You sound quite wound up, and it's really turning me on."

She opened glazed eyes and looked at him. "That thing you're doing to my feet is getting me really hot," she said breathlessly. She laughed, embarrassed. "I know that's kind of weird."

His eyes fixed on her face as he slid his tongue along her sole. Her reaction was immense and immediate. Encouraged, he sucked her toe into his mouth. "Oh, yeah," she said loudly. He lavished attention on all of her toes and she moved energetically around, making a huge amount of noise. Finally she let out a high pitched keening noise, and Spike couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her ankles and slid her down the bed. Swiftly, he entered her. She slid her hands into his hair and grabbed his head She pressed his face into her neck. He bit her, and her orgasm was immediate. Spurred on by hers, he followed her shortly after.

"That was so amazing," she said happily.

"Glad to hear it, baby," he replied. They cuddled together in bed. Contented, Spike began to drift off to sleep.

"Can we have ice cream now?" chirped his fiancée.

Giles pulled Anya away from him. "We have to stop, Anya. We can't do this."

Totally naked, she straddled him. "Why not? We both want to." She looked down at him as she tugged on his belt buckle.

"We don't have any condoms," he said as he tried to be reasonable. "What happened during the spell was not in our control, but we have no excuse now to be so irresponsible."

"Okay," she said as she pulled off his pants. "But I really want an orgasm right now. Plus, I want to hear that nasty voice you get when I make really you excited. So we're going to have oral sex, and then you can go find some prophylactics."

"If you..." he said, and trailed off as she closed her mouth around him.

Xander and Willow walked into the wedding chapel. "Welcome to the Chapel of Love," said the cheerful clerk. The immensely fat man was dressed as cupid, complete with wings and a bow.

Xander pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket. "We want the basic ceremony and we need a gown and suit."

"Very good, sir," said the clerk as he took the cash. "Which of our chapels would you like to use?"

"Did we want to go with the Old South theme or the medieval theme?" asked Willow.

"I think we decided on the `Gone With The Wind' action," said Xander with a smile.

"Only with a happy ending," said Willow.

"The costume room is right through here," said the clerk as he led the way. "The chaplain will be ready for you in fifteen minutes."

Giles ran down the hallway towards the elevator. He turned the corner and smacked into Spike. The men looked at each other. Spike had an open shirt thrown over his bare chest and the top button on his jeans was undone. The other man's hair was extremely mussed and he had lost
the top three buttons on his shirt. "Spike!" said Giles. "What are you doing here?"

Spike pointed behind him. "Honeymoon suite, remember?"

"Oh, right," replied Giles.

"What are you doing here?" asked Spike curiously, as he walked over to the elevator panel and pushed the down button.

"Got lost," explained the older man.

"You got lost and happened to wander up to the penthouse? I'm not buying it." The blonde grinned. Giles ignored him. He gave him the once-over. "Someone's been shagging," he said in a singsong voice as the elevator opened.

"Please do shut up," said Giles irritably.

The vampire laughed. "I'm just messing with you, watcher. I saw you and Anya humping against the wall earlier. Don't blame me if you're not keeping a low profile. I can't imagine Xander will be too pleased when he finds you out, though."

Xander and Willow stood on a patch of Astroturf. The wall in front of them was painted with the majestic white columns of a southern mansion. They were decked out as Rhett and Scarlett. Xander looked dashing in the gray, tight lines of his suit. Willow drowned in white, fluffy ruffles, and a large floppy hat kept falling into her eyes. She struggled to fix it and hold a large bouquet of white silk roses. They faced each other before a minister dressed in a Confederate uniform, complete with a sword at his side.

"Do you, Willow, take Alexander to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?" asked the minister.

"I do," she said seriously.

"Do you, Alexander, take Willow to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he said, his eyes bright.

"The rings, please," said the minister.

Xander pulled out a small circle of diamonds from his pocket. "With this ring, I thee wed," he said as he slipped it on Willow's finger.

She pulled a thin gold band from her thumb. "With this ring, I thee wed," she said as she placed it on his ring finger.

"By the power vested in me by Clark County and the State of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife," proclaimed the chaplain. Xander swept Willow into his arms, and dipped her into a passionate kiss. Her big hat fell to the ground. The minister smiled at them as the organist
launched into a rousing version of "Dixie."

Dawn lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her face was thoughtful as she flipped on the light. She ran her fingers over her lips. Decisively, she got up and dressed.

"Look what Daddy has for you, pet," crooned Spike as he entered his suite. Buffy put down a highlighter and the baby name book she was reading.

"You found the cookie dough ice cream?" she said hopefully.

He held up a paper bag. "Not just cookie dough. Rocky road, too."

"I love you so much," she said. He rolled next to her on the bed. He uncapped the pint of ice cream and dug in with a spoon. Gently, he fed her a large mouthful.

"Yum," she said. She leaned on him as she took the spoon from him and ate the ice cream.

Spike picked up the baby name book. "Which are the latest crop of candidates?"

She gestured with her spoon. "The ones highlighted in yellow."

He opened the book and flipped through the pages. "Abigail. No thanks. Way too Puritan." He paused. "Belinda. That's not too bad."

"Did you happen to get any chocolate syrup?" she asked. He reached in the paper bag and pulled out the bottle.

She merrily squeezed it into the container. "You are so perfect. Do you know me or what?"

Giles tapped on the door of Anya's suite. The door flew open and Anya pulled him in. "That took way too long," she said, as she wrapped herself around him. They stumbled into the bedroom. Anya took a large paper bag from him and upended it on the bed. Dozens of condoms poured out, of all types, textures and flavors. "We do have to go the wedding tomorrow night," she said seriously. "I'm pretty sure that we won't be able to use all of these by then."

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. "Oh, Anya," he said happily. "You're like a breath of fresh air."

She pulled off his clothing and pushed him on the bed. She flopped down next to him. "Melon Love Glove," she read as she picked up condoms at random. "Kiss of Mint. Power Play. Gold Coin. Where did you get all this stuff?"

"It seems that you can find anything you need any time of night in Las Vegas," he said. They rolled to the floor, and he grabbed a handful of foil packets as they fell.

Dawn lay on a table. Her head was turned to the side. A tall blonde woman bent over her. "Are you sure about this, sweetie?" she asked.

"I know exactly what I want," the girl said firmly. The artist bent over and began to etch a tattoo into her skin.

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