Never Ever Tell by Lilachigh
Meeting 22 No Satisfaction
Buffy squirmed herself more firmly onto Spike’s lap and gazed dreamily down into his blue, blue eyes. Giles had staggered off to the bathroom. He seemed to be intent on putting more and more drops in his eyes. Really, he was getting quite obsessive about his sight. Buffy put it down to middle aged vanity.
“Well, then, we’ll have Wind Beneath my Wings for the first dance. I love that song. It’s so romantic. Now, you get to choose the next tune.”
Spike growled deep in his chest and shifted her backwards and forwards on his lap. She felt the colour flood up into her cheeks, and felt something else coming up as well....
“Can I have the Stones singing “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” he muttered.
Buffy gulped. “No you can’t! This is our wedding, Spike. What will people think?”
“Think what they bloody well like, pet. It’s true, isn’t it? You’re a tease, Slayer. You get a fellow going and then start talking about ice statues and sodding bridesmaids’ dresses!”
“Sssh! Giles might come back. You’ll get plenty of - satisfaction thingy - when we’re married. And it’s hard to decide whether to have Willow in orange satin or pale blue velvet.”
Spike pulled her head down, his lips close to her ear and ran his tongue swiftly over the lobe, grinning as she shuddered in a satisfactory fashion. “As long as I can have you wearing nothing, sweetheart, I don’t care what the rest of your gang wear.”
“Behave!”
The vampire groaned. “Oh Slayer, I want to behave. I want to behave to you just the way you need me to. I don’t want to wait until the wedding. Hey, I might get staked by someone before then. Then what would you do?”
Buffy pulled away from the mischievous tongue that was tracing a path down her neck. “Don’t say things like that, even in fun, Spike. I’d die if you - ”
“Became a big pile of dust?”
“Stop it!”
“Could happen, pet. Xander’s not keen on me for a start and when he discovers you want him to wear a kilt for the wedding, I reckon he’ll be all set to find a stake with the most pointed end he can.”
Buffy pouted. “I think kilts are fun things. Giles will look great in one and so will Xander. You - ”
Spike’s hand clamped over her mouth. “Not one more word, missy, or you’ll be over my lap upside down with my hand on another part of your anatomy! I am not wearing a sodding kilt, so forget it.”
Buffy licked his palm and smiled as she watched the hunger grow in his eyes. She felt odd. Desperately in love and desperate to marry Spike, but it was almost as if they were two different feelings inside her.
The wedding was important - it consumed every second of her thoughts - but the love, the passion, the desire - that wasn’t from her brain, it seemed to be coming from every nerve ending in her body and the thought of him dying and not being there for her was unbearable.
She sighed and relaxed as he lazily pulled her closer and began to kiss her properly. His lips were so cold, so right in every way. God, she wanted him so much. She was burning up. Her body ached for the touch of his skin, the hot moisture spilling between her thighs was making her ready, welcoming him.
The wedding - it was so important. She felt driven to marry Spike - and soon. They had to continue planning the marriage, in every detail.
But as his kiss became deeper, more possessive, and his hands began to wander roughly across her breasts, she knew that more than the wedding, in a part of her being she hadn’t known existed, she wanted to make love to him, completely and utterly.
She needed to possess him and by he way he was growling her name, she knew he needed to possess her, too.
another meeting very soon
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I’ve always thought the “getting married” spell shouldn’t be confused with “being in love”. Two very different things!