Later in the day Spike and Buffy dressed and left the suite, their earlier argument forgotten amidst the passion of their lovemaking. Buffy was still upset over how long things had been kept from her, but she wasn't willing to let it ruin the opportunity it seemed she was being given with Spike.
"Let's stop at the chapel and pick up our wedding photos." Spike suggested as they stepped off the elevator in the lobby, Buffy's hand firmly encased in his.
Buffy gave him a brilliant smile and allowed him to lead her towards the wedding chapel. They were led into a small office and their pictures were laid out before them. They were looking them over when the photographer, John, walked into the room shutting the door firmly behind him and proceeded to toss a manila envelope on the table in front of Spike. Buffy jumped at the sudden action and looked up startled.
"Enclosed are the results from the psych and lab analysis of the note Buffy received a few days ago. It makes for interesting reading, but it's just that. There's nada beyond what we had already figured out." John told Spike as he sat down opposite them. Spike picked up the envelope and handed it to Buffy without even looking inside. "There's also a report on a few of the previous notes. Pretty much says the same.
"John works for an agency that has been working with the rink and local authorities to learn more about the guy that has been stalking you." Spike told Buffy, wanting to be as honest as possible with her without giving away his position with the agency. John looked like he started to say something but with a quick look from Spike he closed his mouth and said nothing.
"So nothing was found?" Buffy asked holding the envelope carefully in her hands.
"Nothing important. Read them if you like. It's interesting stuff they can pull out of notes like that. It's almost hard to believe." John told her.
"I think I will, later." Buffy said placing the envelope carefully on her lap.
"Same here", Spike said going back to looking at the photographs. He had to admit John was a damn good photographer. He had shot a number of great photographs. They had been looking at the photographs for nearly 10 minutes before John had walked in. He had yet to decide which his favorite was, they were all great photos. He had been particularly riveted by the photograph of him placing Buffy's wedding ring on her finger. The emotional look on her face of both surprise and awe amazed him. He had been so focused on placing the ring on her finger he had not looked up to see the look on her face.
"Take what you like of the photos." John said sensing that Spike didn't want to talk further about the notes. "I also have a CD for you in case you ever want to print more off later."
Buffy gave the other man a shy smile. "Thank you." She was going to enjoy having the photographs as a reminder of her time with Spike.
"We'll take all of them, John." Spike said causally leaning back in his chair, no longer concerned about the photographs. "Is the area secure?"
"Everything should be secure. There's been no suspicious activity suggesting that anyone followed you here. However, Jake will be here should you want to go out anywhere."
"Thanks," Spike said. "We will only be here a couple more days at the most. There are things waiting for us back in Sunnydale."
"Totally up to you, man. Like I said before the area should be secure so do what you want. You don't have to hole up in your room; although I'd understand if you want to." John gave Buffy a wink and she blushed at the implications of his statement.
Spike ignored his comment. "You will stay here with Jake until we leave?"
John nodded as he started placing the photographs into another manila envelope. He handed the full envelope to Spike. "I will…enjoy the photographs. You were a beautiful bride, Buffy."
"Thank you," she replied softly.
"Thanks, John." Spike stood and held out his hand to Buffy. "I'll talk to you later. Let me know if anything changes."
"Will do." John replied following the two of them towards the door. "Enjoy your honeymoon Mr. & Mrs. Pratt."
John was rewarded with a smile from Buffy and a nod from Spike as they walked out of the office, Buffy clutching the two manila envelopes close to her chest.
"So what would you like to do this afternoon, pet? Go out or stay in? There's a small theatre in the back, we could catch a movie and then have dinner, do some shopping, or whatever your little heart desires." Spike asked looping an arm around her waist and holding her close.
"While shopping does sound tempting," Buffy said with a grin, I believe I think I'd prefer a movie and dinner."
"Your wish is my command, love. I checked the listings while you were getting dressed and it looks like that new flick with Johnny Depp should be starting in about 10 minutes."
"Sounds good; then perhaps we could go check out the casino before dinner. I'm sure you would enjoy that." Buffy was sure that Spike would enjoy the casino. She recalled from before that he had always enjoyed playing poker with his friends.
"It's a date." Spike replied pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head as he led her in the direction of the theatre. Buffy grinned at his choice of words. Before she had a chance to make a teasing remark they had arrived at the theatre entrance. After purchasing their tickets they found two seats in a quiet corner and settled in to enjoy the film. They enjoyed the film, although by the end Buffy was sure she wouldn't have been able to answer a single question about the plot. Spikes hand on her leg easily distracted her as he absentmindedly stroked her bare inner thigh. His eyes never left the screen but he knew the effect he was having on her.
After the movie they spent some time in the casino, Spike finally convincing Buffy to play a few rounds of roulette. Buffy was bouncing and grinning when they left the casino and headed for the restaurant. Spike couldn't help but smile at how happy and carefree she seemed to be. He hadn't seen her so animated since he had returned to Sunnydale.
"So…I guess we are finally on a date." He commented lightly, watching for her reaction. Buffy looked up at him in surprise.
"I think it's a little late for dating," she replied. "I think we were supposed to do that before we got married."
If it hadn't been for the grin on her face showing that she was teasing, the tone of voice she used would have had Spike worried that she was upset. Instead, he just grinned back and reached across the table to take her hand in his.
With a suddenly serious face he replied, "It's never too late, Buffy. Take it from someone who knows."
Buffy squeezed his hand in response then turned her attention to the waiter. Once they had placed their orders she turned back to Spike.
"So where do we go from here?" she asked knowing that it was a pretty loaded question.
Spike considered it for a moment then decided to play it safe. "We have dinner, do a little window shopping, then slip back on up to our room."
Buffy nodded in agreement, content with his plan.
"However," Spike said clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I do need to make a quick trip to the store to pick up some …ah…somethin' we sorta forgot about last night."
Buffy looked at him quizzically, not knowing what they could have forgotten. Spike sighed and leaned forward so he could speak soft enough to make sure no one around them could hear.
"Last night…we didn't use any protection, love. I never even thought of it, not really expecting to do what we did."
Buffy blushed and ducked her head when she realized what Spike was referring to. How could she have not thought of that?
"Spike…I…"
"Shh… don't say anything, love. It's my fault and I'll take care of it. I mean I know I don't have any problems, and I know you don't, but there's always the risk of you gettin'…"
"Spike, shut it!" Buffy said cutting him off wanting to end the conversation quickly. Her face was bright red and hot with embarrassment. Spike looked at her in surprise, his blue eyes wide and showing his worry over whether or not she would be upset with him.
"I don't… I've been on birth control for a while now to help…well… you know." She said, not really wanting to have to spell it out for him, knowing that he should know what she was hinting at.
"Oh," he replied.
"Besides, even if I wasn't…" Buffy let her voice trail off as she was suddenly hit with the image of a little blonde, blue eyed boy the spitting image of Spike. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that… Buffy thought to herself when she looked up to see the expression of surprise on Spike's face. In truth she was a little surprised herself. She hadn't meant for it to sound like it did. She was very grateful that she was on birth control. She also couldn't deny that at one point in time she had thought about having children with Spike. Back when they were together before, and even when he was gone there were times when she would dream about his return and their happily ever after.
Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing. If she had finished her sentence would she have said she wouldn't have wanted them to use protection? He allowed himself for a moment to imagine what their child would look like. Probably a little girl with long blonde hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could light up any room, just like her mother. Yes, he was sure if they were to have a child it would be a mini Buffy, and would have him wrapped around her pinky from day one. But that wasn't meant to be. Spike shook his head in an effort to shake away the image, knowing that it was just a fantasy, not anything that would ever play out.
The arrival of the waiter with their food interrupted their thoughts and serious conversation ceased as they chatted and bantered back and forth as they ate. After dinner they wandered around the hotel, exploring the few shops that were still open before finally heading back to their suite.
"Why did you tell John that we'd only be here a couple more days? I thought we were supposed to be off all of next week?" Buffy asked as they walked from the elevator to their door.
Spike looked back at her in surprise as he slid the keycard into the slot on the door. "Sorry, love, guess I didn't explain that very well. We have all next week off from the rink, but we're only here for the weekend. Figured we could use the time next week to move some of your stuff into my place and have some time to get to know each other again and all that."
"Oh," Buffy said breezing past him into the suite as soon as he got the door open. Spike flinched at the non-committal sound of her voice. He wasn't sure if she was upset or not, but knowing her…she was probably upset that again she hadn't been told something. Then again, perhaps she would be glad to not have to spend a week with him in a hotel room. At least back in Sunnydale she would be able to get away from him. Or perhaps she was hoping to have the week in Vegas. That thought brightened his mood a little. With a sigh he turned and shut the door, making sure it was carefully locked.
"Course we could always stay here longer if that's what you want, love." He said testing out the waters to see what she was thinking.
Buffy whirled around in surprise and took in the concerned look on Spike's face. Wanting to reassure him that she wasn't upset, as he so obviously thought she was, she rushed to speak. "No! I mean, it would be fun, but I like your plan. It really is a good idea and it will be nice to have time to get some things packed up and moved while I don't have to worry about practice or work." She gave him a genuine smile and relaxed as he strode towards her. Pulling her into his arms he bent his head to nuzzle her neck and press a kiss to her pulse point. Buffy let her head fall to the side to allow him better access, while wrapping her arms around his waist to hold him to her.
"'m sorry I forgot to mention it. I thought we had talked about it already."
"It's really okay, kind of a nice surprise. Although I have to admit so far I am enjoying having you all to myself. Things are gonna be different when we get back."
"We don't have to worry 'bout that right now though." Spike pulled back and looked Buffy in the eye.
"No we don't," she agreed pulling his head down to hers for a brief kiss.
"How 'bout you go change into somethin' more comfortable. I'll get a fire goin' in the fireplace and we can get all cozy for a bit. Know it's the middle of the summer, but it's pretty cool in here…" Spike let his voice drift off when Buffy got a dreamy look in her eye.
"I'll be right back," Buffy said pulling away from him and heading towards the bedroom. Spike watched her go, only turning to figure out the gas fireplace once the bedroom door was firmly shut. It was as easy as a flick of switch which left Spike wondering if he should go change himself, or just get comfortable waiting for Buffy. Deciding it was probably best to give her a bit of privacy after they had been together all day, he toed off his boots, untucked his shirt and flopped down on the couch.
Buffy soon emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and one of Spikes T-shirts. She had shirts of her own to wear of course, but on a whim she had raided his suitcase for one of his. Standing at the doorway for a moment she observed him on the couch. His hair was rumpled, and curly, not slicked back like usual, his feet bare and shirt untucked. He looked comfortable and relaxed the exact opposite of her. As if he had sensed her presence Spike looked away from the TV he had been watching and directly at her. Fingering the hem of the t-shirt she wore she slowly made her way over to the couch, aware of Spike's intense gaze the entire way. He reached out a hand which she grasped firmly and allowed him to pull her down onto his lap.
"This is nice," Buffy said after a few minutes. Her head was resting on Spike's shoulder, one of his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, the other resting lightly on her legs. His response was a murmured 'hmm' as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Spike," Buffy said lifting her head to look him in the eye. Spike looked away from the TV show they had been watching and down at her.
"Yeah, pet."
Buffy looked down at her hands, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for getting so upset this morning." After a moment of silence she looked up at him and saw the surprise in his eyes.
Spike hadn't been expecting her apology. It was the last thing he figured she would say. He certainly didn't deserve it. In his mind she had every right to get upset and stay upset. "You had every right to be upset, sweetheart, so don' apologize. If anyone should be apologizin' it should be me. I should've told you everything from the beginning."
"No," Buffy insisted this time not taking her gaze away from his. "It was stupid. I should have just been grateful that everyone cares about me so much. I guess there are just some things I'm better off not knowing about."
"It's okay, pet, we came out of it good."
"Mmhmm…" Buffy murmured again placing her head on his shoulder, no longer paying attention to the TV. "Thank you for this afternoon. I had a good time."
"I'm glad. I had a good time to. I like spending time with you." Spike let one of his hands slip under her t-shirt to caress her side. "Good to know you had fun."
"How could I not?" she asked with a smile, turning her head enough so she could press a light kiss to his neck.
"Think I could come up with a couple of reasons, but none that matter now." Spike said before lowering his lips to hers.
The weekend passed too quickly for Buffy. Though she would not have complained had Spike suggested that they spend the weekend in the suite making love, she was pleasantly surprised at how adamant he was that they go out each day for a few hours and do something fun and touristy. Sunday night came too quickly and found them packing for their Monday morning flight back to Sunnydale. They had both become quiet and withdrawn during the afternoon as they packed, both knowing that when they returned things were going to change yet again. It would be different with so many people around them watching every move they made.
After a quick dinner in the hotel restaurant they returned to their suite. Spike headed towards the fireplace and Buffy settled onto the couch.
"So what time is our flight in the morning?" she asked watching him walk towards the couch after he had flipped on the fireplace and turned the lights down.
"Nine," was the only response she got as Spike sat down on the couch near her.
"That's kind of early isn't it?" The past two mornings they had stayed in bed late, enjoying the fact that they didn't have work to get to or a practice to attend.
"Means we get home early. Figure it will give us a chance to pack and move some of your stuff to my place and then you and Willow can catch up, do some of that girl talk that you chits seem so good at."
Buffy grinned at the thought of girl talk with Willow. Her best friend was never going to believe her. She sobered though at the thought of moving out of her apartment. She had enjoyed living across the hall from Willow, and hated that it seemed like she would have to give up her apartment. It seemed logical to think that they would be able to re-rent it out quickly, so there was no way she would be able to get it back.
"Guess I hadn't really thought much about moving." She said with a frown. "Suppose I will have to give notice on my apartment. This guy might notice if I keep it."
"There's no rush, love. Don't you have a lease?"
"Yeah, but it's up in a couple months."
"Wait on giving notice til your lease is up. We might have this guy by then and it'd be a shame for you lose the place if you don't need to."
Buffy nodded. She couldn't help but wonder what Spike thought about what they would do when this was all over. Once they caught her stalker would he want to stay together? Of course he had said that he wanted to give things a shot, but things had changed so quickly over the weekend. They had pretty much skipped over the getting to know each other plan.
"I'm going to go change. I'll be back out in a minute." Buffy said standing, still contemplating their relationship. Spike just nodded and watched her go into the bedroom. Knowing that this was going to be their last night away from the chaos that was her friends and the problem with her stalker Buffy wanted to make the night memorable- as if the whole weekend wasn't already memorable enough. Quickly slipping out of her clothes she walked over to where her suitcase sat open on the low dresser. Without a second thought she pulled out the box that held the satin nightgown that had been a gift from the hotel. Slipping it over her head she remembered the look she saw on Spikes face when she first opened it and she was sure she would see it again when he saw her in it. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a look in the mirror. The cream color of the nightie set off her tan skin. The bottom hem was barely touching mid-thigh, making her legs look long and slender. Satisfied with how she looked she headed back out to the main living area of the suite. In her absence Spike had stretched out on the couch and as Buffy approached she realized he had fallen asleep. With a soft smile she quietly walked around the coach and knelt down near his head. She sat for a moment just staring at him, taking in everything she could. He looked so young and innocent in sleep she realized. Unable to keep her hands to herself she reached out and lightly traced the scar on his eyebrow, wondering how he had gotten it. Knowing Spike it was probably from some fight during a game. When he didn't stir she let her hand slide down his chest and slip under his t-shirt to caress the taut skin of his stomach as she bent to press a kiss to the scar. Spike's eyes flew open as she pulled away, his hand automatically coming up to pull her back towards him for a kiss. The minute their lips met Buffy surrendered to the kiss, letting Spike take the lead. Buffy wasn't sure when or how they ended up side by side on the rug on the floor but they did.
"Buffy," Spike moaned she slid a leg over his hips to pull them closer together. Buffy simply murmured in response and continued pressing light kisses along his jaw and neck. Spike let the hand not tightly wrapped in her hair drift down to the hemline of her nightie toying with it teasingly as he thrust his hips up into hers.
"'m gonna have to send the hotel a thank you note for this little piece of temptation." He murmured against her throat. "You look absolutely beautiful in it."
Buffy blushed and looked up at him. The look he gave her was a mix of adoration and pure lust and it made her feel overwhelmingly powerful. "Thank you."
"Welcome, but I gotta admit right now all I can think about is getting you out of it." He told her, his voice thick and gravelly. Buffy giggled at his attempts to push the hem up over her hips, it not wanting to comply because of her position on the floor. "Not funny, pet. If you've taken a fancy to the bloody thing you better help me get it off before I rip it off you."
Buffy grinned and gave him a slight shove to push him off of her so she could get up. Sitting up she deftly pulled the nightie over her head, tossing it off to the side without even glancing to see where it would end up.
"Fuck, love, but you're beautiful," Spike said cupping a breast in one hand as he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Buffy let out a moan as she clasped a hand at the back of his head to hold him to her.
"Spike?" she murmured threading her fingers through his hair. He hummed his response against her breast. "You're wearing too many clothes."
Spike let her nipple go with a wet plop and looked up at her with a grin. "'m sure you can fix that, love."
Without a word Buffy reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.
"Getting better," she said pushing him down onto his back on the rug, straddling his hips. "Still have a little work to do though."
Spike looked up from where he was on the floor and groaned at the sight of Buffy, completely naked straddling his hips. Looking down at Spike beneath her, her hands resting on his chest, his eyes drifting closed as she pressed her hips down to grind against his denim clad erection, Buffy felt empowered.
"Fuck, Buffy," Spike moaned as she leaned down to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples, wondering if it was as much of a turn on for him as it was for her. Apparently it was. Smiling at his reaction she turned her attention to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She felt his hands come up and grasp her arms tightly. Empowered by the way he was reacting to her, she scooted her hips down his legs so she could press a line of kisses along his chest, down his stomach and to the waistband of his jeans. Spike grabbed at her hand as she went to unfasten the snap of his jeans, quickly pulling her back up over his body.
"Spike!" she cried out, upset that she hadn't accomplished her goal of getting him out of his jeans.
"Hold up a bit, sweetheart." He told her, carefully rolling them so that he was now on top and his hips rested in the cradle of her thighs. "Let's slow down and savor this moment a bit, yeah? Can't even begin to tell you how bloody long I've dreamt of a moment like this with you." He pressed a kiss into the hollow of her shoulder then looked back up into her eyes. "You are so beautiful. The fire makes your skin glow. I've never…"
Buffy reached up and let her hand cup his cheek, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I hope it's everything you dreamed of." She whispered pulling him down to kiss her.
Quite a bit later Spike extinguished the fire and carried Buffy to their bed. Once under the covers Buffy eagerly snuggled up against Spike, already half asleep and completely sated. Spike held her tightly wishing that every night could be like this. He had never experienced such passion and trust from a woman. Buffy unmade him, and that scared him more than he wanted to admit. But she had done something for him tonight that he would never forget. She had made a fantasy come to life, and he would never, ever forget how it felt to make love to her with the firelight dancing on her skin. When he thought she was sound asleep he bent to press a kiss to her forehead.
"You're all I've ever dreamed of and more, love." He whispered and closed his eyes.
Buffy smiled softly and tightened her grip around his waist as she drifted off to sleep.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
3rd chapter of the day....Just a little, slightly fluffy (and quite possibly a little...hmmm... cheesy?... near the end) and fun chapter for our couple, with a bit of plot thrown in for good measure. :) Hope you enjoy. I'd love to hear what you think of it so far.
Chapter End Notes:
Next chapter we are back to Sunnydale, so things should start moving along soon.