A/N: Alright, here you go, the wedding, and the second to last chapter. This is a little short as well, but the last chapter should be a pretty long one. Thanks for the reviews. I hope to finish up by the end of the week, but something could come up. I need to get this done before finals, so that's really my last chance. Hope you all enjoy this, I've enjoyed writing it.

-Bob Dylan, "She Belongs To Me"

"You do realize this is absolutely crazy, right, mate?"

Xander shrugged and tried to straighten his collar. "Does this look right? The collar looks kind of funny doesn't it?"

Spike sighed and stood in front of his friend. "Maybe if you stopped fiddling with it every bloody second it wouldn't be so damned wrinkled." He arranged his friend's shirt and coat to the best of his ability before stepping back. "Now don't touch, you ponce."

Xander remained looking into the mirror making sure every bit of him was perfect. Then he turned to glance at Spike. "Are you ready?"

"Been ready for hours. Just waiting for you and the gorgeous bride to walk out there."

Xander let out a nervous breath and managed a shaky smile. "Can't believe I'm doing this here and now, my mother will never forgive me."

"Yeah well, I don't think you and Anya'd ever forgive yourselves if you had followed through with something approaching a freakshow."

Xander chuckled and turned back to the mirror. "So how are things man, we haven't talked really in a while."

"You really wanna catch up, or you just nervous and looking for a distraction?"

Xander flashed him a grin before resuming his incessant grooming. "Can't it be a little of both?"

Spike shrugged and sunk into the chair next to the mirror. "I told you about the plans with Wes. That's about the only important thing."

"Spending a lot of time with Buffy."

Spike stopped picking at his nail polish and arched an eyebrow. "Yeah.. what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, man, just..." Xander finally turned and faced him. "Ahn and I have just been wondering what's going on. Is she ever coming back? How serious are you guys? Should we have waited for a double wedding?"

Spike stood and walked to look out the window. He could see Buffy and Willow laughing as they set up some of the tables for the small reception. "Those are some pretty good questions."

"And the answers are?"

Spike turned and sat back down. "I don't know. For now, it's serious, very, very, serious. But I don't know what she's gonna feel in a few years, and I figure it's too much to ask her to commit to anything this early."

"But you want a commitment?"

"I'm crazy about her, have been since the moment I saw her, so yeah, I want it. I want everything with her. I just don't want to scare her."

Xander sat next to him. "I don't know what to tell you. Anya and I have been together for so long, we managed to scare the hell out of each other. I don't know about Buffy, but from what I've seen... the way she looks at you... it's like no one else. When you're in the middle of it, it's harder to see, but everyone can see that you and Buffy have something."

"Well, thanks for the pep talk, what am I supposed to do about it?"

"I don't know?! I just give the talks, Anya gives the solutions."

Spike leaned back and covered his eyes. "Fuck." They sat in silence for a moment and Spike felt Xander's eyes on him. "Something on your mind?"

He heard his friend swallow and moved his hands from his eyes.

"I just want to thank you for everything."

"We getting sentimental here before the ceremony then?" Spike said with a smile that faded fast.

"I know this isn't the easiest thing."

Spike stood up and walked across the room. He'd been putting of real conversation with Xander since he'd talked to Fred, and he didn't want to have this moment now when he'd finally pushed everything down far enough that he'd thought he could get through everything.

"Xand..."

"I'm sorry, man, shouldn't have said anything."

Spike sighed and looked back at him. There were so many things he could say to Xander, there were so many things he wanted to get out. He wanted to yell at him for hurting him, for breaking his young heart, for never really apologizing, for finding the perfect relationship, and for almost always having his head on his shoulders while Spike couldn't manage to hold on to much until recently.

But all of that was just punishment. Something to make Spike feel better, but it would accomplish nothing more than to satisfy some urge he had buried that made him want to hurt Xander as much as he had once been hurt.

He walked over to his friend and brought a hand up to his face before leaning his forehead against Xander's. "I've been stupid lately, and I want you to be happy."

He pulled back and smiled. "I really know what that means now. I love you, I love Anya, let's go get you married."

Xander chuckled, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

"Thanks, Will."

***

Spike stood next to Xander, but he was only half listening to their words. His focus was entirely on Buffy. He realized now why she always shied away from sappy movies. She was barely holding in the sniffles. It was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.

She caught him staring and he changed his mind about the most adorable thing when an embarrassed smile spread across her lips and a blush across her cheeks.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little, but then he caught Anya's death glare and focused back on the ceremony.

Yeah, it was beautiful. Xander, the big nancy was barely holding back the tears, and Spike didn't think he'd ever seen Anya both so happy and so in megalomaniac mode in his life.

She was at once gushing and putting the smackdown on anyone stupid enough to try to mess with her wedding. And it was hard to mess with. It was a tiny ceremony, just the housemates, Dawn, Giles, and Fred. They'd all taken a shine to the psychiatrist, and Fred assured them it was mutual.

Now they were all sitting around a small table, the toasts done (Giles had almost cried, Spike just made everyone laugh, and probably embarrassed the hell out of Xander), the was music playing, and everyone was feeling at least a little buzz.

"Wanna dance, baby?"

Buffy smiled up at Spike and wrapped her arms around his neck heavily. "Always wanna dance with you."

Spike chuckled and lifted her off her feet and kissed her soundly. "How much you drink, pet?"

"Mmm... don't know, but I sure feel great."

He settled her back on her shaky legs and pulled her close. "Better let me lead then."

They swayed together slowly, even though the music didn't exactly call for it.

"Hey, not your wedding, Billy."

Spike glared at Dawn but let it go as she jumped away to join a friend she'd invited to the reception.

"Are we really as bad as she makes us out to be?"

"No, luv, she's just mad she's not getting any."

"Oh please never talk about my sister and sex again."

He laughed and kissed her again. Buffy moaned into his mouth and tangled her hands in the hair at the back of his neck.

He pulled away reluctantly before she caused an embarrassing reaction.

"If we were the ones getting married would you let me get you all hot and bothered in public?"

Spike almost choked but recovered quickly. "Uhh... I'm always hot and bothered around you, pet, but we don't have to be in public anymore."

"You don't think we should stay?"

He glanced over at the table where only Giles and Fred remained. Tara and Willow were talking to Dawn, and Xander and Anya were nowhere to be seen.

"I don't think we'll be too terribly missed."

"What about Dawn?"

Spike shrugged. "Little smartass can find a way I'm sure."

Buffy laughed and nodded. "Don't let me ask anymore questions. Let's go."

***

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

Spike realized she was half asleep, and now was not the time to try to pry answers out of her, but he couldn't help himself. With any luck she would remember anything and he wouldn't have to explain himself.

"Is that the kind of wedding you'd want... or.. or did you want something big, like they'd planned?"

She rolled over to face him and tried in spite of her exhaustion to pay close attention to him. "Why?"

"Just wondering," he said a little too quickly.

Buffy raised and eyebrow and smiled. "Umm.. I guess a small one, maybe not that small, but small. The beach was beautiful though, they couldn't have picked a more incredible sunset."

"Yeah," he whispered, his eyes on her lips. He leaned down and brushed his against hers. "You're beautiful."

She snorted and flopped onto her back. "Yeah, I can imagine, half passed out drunk with smeared make-up."

He smiled and leaned over her. "It's only a little smeared," he whispered before kissing her again.

"Mmmm..." She ran her hands up his chest and held his face between her hands. "You're so obvious, it's sad."

"What?"

"You know what," she said, kissing him again.

He ran his hand down her side and brought it between her legs. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She gasped as his thumb came into contact with her clit. "Don't try to change the subject."

"Is that what I'm doing?" he teased, two of his fingers finding their way inside her. He kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers lightly. She moaned into his mouth as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Yes, baby, do it for me."

Buffy squeezed her eyes shut as the first wave hit her but then opened them immediately to look into his eyes. "Spike," she gasped.

He nudged her legs apart with his hand and she spread them and pulled him into her arms. He looked down at her before poising himself at her entrance.

She noticed he'd stopped and tilted her hips to take him in. "Oh, God."

She couldn't help but smile and pull him tighter against her. "You're really good at that subject changing thing."

She felt him shake above her as she contracted her muscles around him. "Buffy, if you're so damn clever, why don't you fill me in," he whispered as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, causing her to cry out his name again.

"That's your job."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts with as much power as she could.

"That right?"

"Mmm.."

She reached up and pinched his nipples and she felt his cock jump inside her.

"That's cheating," he panted before reaching down to rub her clit.

"So's that... oh you bastard!" she cried out, quaking beneath him, her pussy tightening around his cock almost painfully.

"Buffy!"

He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. He rolled off and pulled her against his side. "Are we really having this conversation now?"

Buffy yawned and punched his side lightly. "Not now, jerk. I'm too tired. Don't think I'm letting you off that easy though."

"Never underestimate you like that baby."

He waited for her reply, but all her got was light snoring.

"Bloody lightweight," he muttered before closing his eyes and following her.