Love and Marriage

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Happyverse Series: Part 15/15

AUTHOR: JodyorJen
EMAIL: jodyorjen@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike
DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. GO team!
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Part 15: Love and Marriage

Buffy fumed as she paced back and forth in the bride's dressing room. "What the hell is that little idiot doing here?" Her arms were crossed over the cream silk bodice of her wedding gown. The short train whipped around her ankles. Anya and Willow exchanged glances. "It's okay, Buffy," her best friend said soothingly. "We can find Harmony and stake her later."

Spike stalked across the lobby, furious. "Did you find her?" he asked Xander. Both men were dressed in tuxedoes with white rose boutonnieres.

The other man shook his head. "She's not registered at any of the big hotels, Spike. At least not as Harmony Kendall."

"Fuck me," Spike yelled. "Fucking bloody fuck!"

"It's okay," said Xander reassuringly. "Everything will be okay."

"Buffy is all bent out of shape," Spike retorted angrily. "It's our wedding day, and it's going to be bloody well ruined because of some stupid chippie that I had the poor taste to bang on the rebound."

A large hand clamped down on his shoulder. "I really," said a soft voice, "don't appreciate you talking that way about my wife."

A knock sounded at the door to the dressing room. Willow opened it and jumped back in alarm, her hand moving unconsciously to her neck. "Buffy, Harmony's here," she squeaked in a high voice. Harmony walked in, dressed in a replica of Princess Diana's wedding dress, complete with tiara and cathedral length veil. With her tiny frame, the effect was like a slightly evil Madame Alexander doll.

Anya and Buffy turned around. Buffy's hair was halfway up in a twist, and Anya held the long length of antique lace that was Buffy's wedding veil. "Dim as ever," said the slayer, "but it saves me the trouble." She grabbed a stake off the vanity and stalked over to Harmony.

"Congratulations!" said the vampire brightly. "I really like your dress."

"What are you doing here?" asked Buffy, her stake pressed against Harmony's heart.

"Her and her hubby are here to provide closure, apparently," said Spike's wry voice. Buffy looked up to see her fiancé and a familiar figure enter the room.

"Riley?" exclaimed Buffy in disbelief.

Anya grabbed Willow's hand and pulled her out the door. "Ceremony's supposed to start in ten minutes, Buffy."

Riley and Spike stepped inside and shut the door. "I just wanted to let you know," began Riley earnestly, "that I'm sorry that things ended between us the way they did." He smiled. "And I forgive you."

"You show up on my wedding day to tell me that you married a vamp ho and you forgive me?" she asked.

"I really feel that..." her fist smashing into his face cut him off. He fell to the floor.

"My little boo boo!" cried Harmony, as she fluttered over to his side. Buffy calmly walked to the mirror, fixed her hair and pinned her veil on before grabbing her bouquet of trailing yellow and white roses. She took Spike's hand and they left the room.

"Now they'll never tell us how to get the Elixir of Gordath," said Harmony petulantly.

Her husband kissed her gently on the nose. "Don't worry about it, pumpkin. I'll take care of it." She smiled at him adoringly as he pulled her into an embrace.

Giles walked into the chapel and spied Hank Summers in the front row. His features locked in anger. He grabbed Buffy's father by the lapels and shoved him into a wall. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Giles hissed. "I know that Buffy doesn't want you here."

"I'm her father," Hank choked out. "I belong here. Dawn-"

Giles slammed the other man's head against the wall. "Buffy doesn't want to see you." He did it again. "Joyce wouldn't want you here either. You never treated her or the girls with any respect. You're a pathetic excuse for a human being."

Angel walked over and grabbed Hank out of Giles' hands. "Let me take care of him," he said with a smile. He dragged him from the room.

Cordelia ran over, wringing her hands. "Giles, you can't let Angel take that man," she said earnestly. "He may have had a moment of happiness." She bit her lip. "He's being all weird, and I can't tell if he's Angel in a really good mood or Angelus. It's so much easier when he wears leather pants."

"So he might kill him then?" asked Giles.

"I'm not sure," whispered Cordy.

"Pity," said Giles as he took off his glasses. He polished them with a handkerchief as he walked away.

Dawn rapped on the door of Tara's room. "Lorelei? Tara?" The door opened abruptly and Tara and Lorelei stepped out. All three girls wore matching navy blue gowns and dyed satin shoes. "The flowers are downstairs," said Dawn. She turned to Lorelei. "Do you have the sheet music?"

Lorelei sighed. "If I had a brain, I'd be dangerous." She ran back inside.

"It's just nerves," Tara explained to Dawn. "She's one of the best music students at the University, but she still gets performance anxiety." Lorelei returned and the three girls ran down the hallway.

Buffy stood outside the chapel door. Spike held her hand. "Now, it's perfectly normal to be nervous, sweetheart," he said.

"I'm not nervous, I'm just impatient," she replied. He kissed her gently.

The officiant walked up to them. "Are you two ready?" asked Mrs. Ellenby.

"We're ready to rock and roll, " said Spike with a smile. He turned to see Xander coming up behind them, the rest of the wedding party in tow. "It's time," he said, and he and Xander walked inside the chapel.

Giles took Buffy's arm. "I love you," he said softly. He gently lowered her veil to cover her face.

"And I love you," she answered, her eyes clouding with tears.

"I'm very proud of you Buffy," he said. "And I know that if your mother was here, she would be proud of you too." He smiled at her. Lorelei ran past, papers fluttering, and the sound of the wedding processional echoed out of the chapel.

"They're playing my song," Buffy said with a smile, and they walked inside. Willow, Dawn, Tara, and Anya proceeded behind them in slow cadence, carrying their small bouquets of yellow roses.

Buffy moved down the aisle, catching glimpses of familiar faces out of the corner of her eye. But what she focused on was Spike. He stood waiting for her, watching her, his face tight with tension. She reached him, and Giles released her arm as he kissed her cheek, and sat in the front pew. She slipped her hand into Spike's, surprised to feel his hand shaking. She rubbed her thumb over his, and he looked at her and smiled.

Willow stood to her right, and smiled at Xander, who was directly across from his wife.

"We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in marriage," said Mrs. Ellenby. She turned to Spike. "Spike, do you take Buffy to be your wedded wife?

"I do," he answered as he gazed at Buffy.

"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her?"

"I do," he said solemnly.

She turned to Buffy. "Buffy, do you take Spike to be your wedded husband?"

"I do," she replied.

"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him?"

"I do," she said as she gazed lovingly up at Spike.

"Wedding rings are an outward and visible sign of the unbroken circle of love, signifying to all the union of this man and this woman in marriage," explained Mrs. Ellenby.

Xander handed a small gold ring to Spike. "With this ring, I thee wed," he promised, as he slid it on her finger.

Willow handed Buffy a larger ring and she slipped it on Spike's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," she promised in return.

"Willow Rosenberg, the maid of honor," said Mrs. Ellenby.

"Willow Rosenberg-Harris, matron of honor," corrected Xander. Everyone stared at him. "Long story."

"Willow will read a selection from Rainer Maria Rilke," continued the officiant, nonplussed.

Willow read as she stood in front of the podium. "For one human being to love another human being; this is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us - the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. Loving at first does not mean merger, surrender and uniting with another person. Love is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in ourselves, to become a world in ourselves for the sake of another person. Love is a great, demanding claim on us, something that chooses us and calls us to vast distances." Giles turned to look to Anya, and saw that she smiled at him with tears in her eyes. He held up his ringed hand, and she flashed her back at him with a smile.

Mrs. Ellenby joined together Spike and Buffy's hands, the rings shining bright on their fingers. "Insomuch as the two of you have agreed to live together in matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows and the giving of these rings, I now declare you to be husband and wife," she said.

Spike lifted Buffy's veil, sweeping her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. "Party's in the ballroom, everyone. Have a good time," he called over his shoulder as he walked out with his wife.

"What about the flowers?" Buffy asked with a smile, as he carried her from the chapel. Without a word, he tossed the bouquet over his shoulder. "And the garter?" she asked.

"Private unveiling, love." He slipped his hand up beneath layers of silk and frothing lace, and snapped the band on her thigh. She squeaked, and they both laughed. He whirled her around, surrounding them with a cloud of bridal finery. He danced her down the hall, and into the elevator. They startled the old couple that stood inside.

"So, how long have you been married now?" asked the elderly man. Spike pulled his pocket watch from the fob and said," Two minutes and thirty five seconds." The couple smiled at them.

"First fifty years are the hardest," said the woman, as they exited on their floor. The bride and groom continued their trip, staring deeply into each other's eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that, Slayer," he said huskily.

Her eyes blazed green as she lifted her chin. "Or what?"

He dropped his voice to a growl, his hand tracing the inside of her leg, brushing up her thigh. Her breath caught. "Or, I push the stop button on the elevator, and we consummate our marriage with a quick hard shag against the wall."

The elevator stopped with a chime as Buffy grinned up at her new husband. "Saved by the bell."

He carried her to their suite and unlocked the door. Twirling her across the threshold, he delcately placed her down against the pillows of the massive four-poster bed. She looked up at him, he antique lace of her veil swirling around her head and hiding the golden mist of her hair. "There are one hundred and sixty buttons down the back of this dress," explained Buffy. "A full corset underneath, laced as tight as a drum. And another sixty buttons," she said, "on my boots." She pulled up her leg and braced the knee high white leather boot against his chest. She shot him a challenging glance. "How long do you think it will take you to get it all off?"

"About fifteen seconds, but I'm afraid that would mean we won't be saving that dress for Tinkerbell to wear someday," he said with a grin.

Buffy slid backwards and sat up on her knees. "Do I know you or what?" She lifted her arm, revealing the hidden zipper and pulled the tab down. She pulled the silk dress over her head and let it slide to the floor, before she leaned forward to unzip her boot.

"Don't move, pet," he said softly. He knelt before her on the bed and gently lifted the veil from her head, tossing it to the ground. One by one, he pulled out the ivory pins that secured Buffy's hair
into a loose chignon. He ran his fingers through the strands and arranged them to his liking. Reaching down, he pulled her legs out from underneath her and she sprawled backwards. He unzipped her boots and cast them aside.

She lay there in disarray, her hair a wild tumbled mess around her shoulders. Her corset pulled in her waist and plumped up her breasts, and her petticoats swirled all around her. Spike put his arms around her and nuzzled his face between her breasts. He pulled the large satin bows closing the corset loose. "I love this," he said. "There is just something so sexy about unwrapping a woman from all these layers."

She smiled at him and slid off his jacket and shirt, drawing her hands down his bare chest. He looked at her smolderingly as she caressed the rippling muscles of his abdomen. "Want to have some boring married people sex now?" she asked with a glint in her eye.

"Twist my arm," he said with a smirk. He discarded his pants and lay down on top of her. "You're wearing so many petticoats, I'm not sure you're even in there," he said seriously. He slid his hands up underneath the skirts and found her naked, wet and waiting for him. "Wicked girl," he said as he slid inside her.

The ballroom was jumping. Dingoes Ate My Baby was onstage rocking the house. Demons and humans filled the dance floor, a vibrant mix of life on the Hellmouth. Willow spoke excitedly into Oz's ear and he smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. The song ended and Oz spoke into the mike. "It's my pleasure to announce some happy news for two very special couples," he said. "Everyone give a shout out to Mr. and Mrs. Rupert Giles and Mr. and Mrs. Xander Harris." Everyone cheered. "In honor of the happy couples, let's get a little romantic."

"Here she comes now sayin' Mony Mony," sang Devon.

"Shoot 'em down turn around come on Mony," sang the crowd. The energy level went up a notch further.

"Hey she give me love and I feel all right now," sang Jonathan, as he danced with Amy.

"Come on you gotta toss and turn," yelled Clem, as he danced, a pretty vampire on each arm.

"And feel all right, yeah I feel all right," sang Cordelia, as she and Angel did a little bump and grind on the dance floor.

" I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," screamed the crowd.

A dark haired, curvaceous girl with bright red lipstick and a large metal cuff on her ankle danced with two guys in suits wearing earpieces and shoulder holsters. '"Cause you make me feel," sang
Faith.

"So good, so good, so good," sang Harmony and Riley.

"So fine, so fine," sang Dawn and Tara, as they held each other's hands and did the twist.

Spike and Buffy sneaked into the ballroom in their bathrobes and clandestinely cut themselves pieces of the half-eaten wedding cake. "Looks like we're missing one hell of a party," said Spike, as
he surveyed the dance floor.

"I like our private party better," she said. He cut a little piece of cake and fed it to her. She kissed him, and dabbed frosting on his nose. They grabbed their plates of cake and ran upstairs hand in hand.

The End

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