Buffy didn't want to fully wake up, for some reason she liked being all snuggled deep in the covers, all warm and toasty. In her slumber-induced haziness, she wiggled closer to the source of warmth behind her, drifting off back to sleep feeling comfortably safe.
Spike smiled as he watched her fall back asleep after cuddling against him. All he could think of was, being this intimate with Buffy was as close to Heaven he was going to get for now. Soon he would have to wake her up, so they could start the day. Work would not disappear, no matter how hard he tried to wish it away. Instead, he lay with her spooned against him, watching her as she slept.
*******
Willow giggled as her lover nibbled on her neck. Last night had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She was sure if she'd closed her eyes instead of staring in to his, she was sure there would've been fireworks. They moved as if they'd been making love forever, instead of it being their first time.
"I want you to marry me," Wesley said as he started to pay attention to her ear. "Today, marry me."
Willow gasped, as she groaned, "We can't get married today, need a marriage certificate."
"Willow Rosenberg, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my partner in life, until death do we part?" Wesley asked her, as his eyes beckoned her to say yes. Asking her to commit to their relationship so soon, felt so right.
"Wesley Pryce, I would be honored to become your wife and life partner," she answered, with tears in her eyes. Knowing without hesitation this was what she wanted more than life itself. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man.
Wesley's smile grew larger as he moved between her thighs, slipping inside her warm body saying words that would bind him to her for as long as he lived, "We will make it legal once we get home, but for now with God as our witness I declare us husband and wife."
"I love you," Willow sighed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside. No thought of second-guessing his words or promise entered her mind as she lost herself in the feel of him inside of her, taking her to a higher plain.
"I love you," he replied as he led them in the consummation of their bond.
*******
Angel lay staring at the ceiling, wondering when his life had started to crumble. He was sure he would die of old age, but healthy, wealthy, and one of the greatest stars to ever have graced the entertainment arena.
He had gotten a hold of Quentin briefly yesterday, giving him a heads up that something personal had happened and they needed to talk once he got back to the States. His agent promised to meet him at the ships port on Saturday, so they could talk about everything in private. His worry was some how someone would get a hold of the pictures and then his world would cease to exist.
The only saving grace right now was this was the last day he would have to play nice in front of the fans. Once they returned home, the gloves would come off and he'd come out fighting. The one thing he knew for sure was, if he went down, so would Spike.
Angel rolled out of bed with one goal in mind. He would show them all what a great actor he really was. No one would suspect that his life right now was anything but perfect. Walking to the bathroom to take a shower, he planned his day. When he was not working, he would look for the man in the pictures. It was the utmost important thing on his list to do today, and the link he needed to use against Spike. He was sure of it, that his nemesis was the one behind all of this, including the writers planning to kill him off the show.
*******
Jenny's suspicion that something bad was going to happen would not go away. No matter what, nothing she tried could distract her away from the sensation of impending doom from hovering around her. It was like an itch that wouldn't go away.
"Dear wife, whatever are you thinking about to cause such an expression of frustration currently on your face," Giles teased trying to get her to talk to him.
"Ru, I just can't shake this feeling like something bad is going to happen." She sighed, opening her eyes to see her husband's concern expression directed at her.
Giles knew his wife's little premonitions were something not to ignore. "Any clue as to whom, what, or where?"
"No, and that's the scary part," she whispered softly as she wrapped herself around his body and let his closeness and strength comfort her.
"I’m here for you," he assured her as he held her close.
"I know, my love," she replied as she tried to calm herself and see if anything more would reveal itself to her. "Just hold me."
He offered her his silent support, knowing no words would ease her worry. He knew his daughters would stay close to their mother today. The girls always had a way of knowing when their mother needed them within her sight.
*******
Rack sat looking at the typed letter he had before him. It was going to be his meal ticket, and someone else's source of revenge. Never in a million years would he have thought his partner in this scheme to bring Angel down off his throne, would be so ruthless.
His friend Luke had jumped at the chance for the extra money. Since his friend worked in the hole of the ship, Angel would never find him. He knew he shouldn't count all his chickens before they were hatched, but the greed and feeling of taking Angel down was too strong to fight.
"For such a conniving bastard, you sure are one dumb asshole." Rack laughed as he put the letter in the envelope, wearing gloves to prevent him from leaving any fingerprints before saying, "As Cuba says, show me the money."
Once Mr. O'Conner left his room for the day, he'd shove the letter up under the man's door. It gave the details to how much money needed, and when and where he was to deliver it. Terms set, telling Angel that the pictures would hit the internet and every rag tag tabloid out there, if he didn't cough up the one million dollars in cash.
*******
Spike gently left the bed, trying not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He made his way to the little refrigerator with a plan in mind. He opened the door, pulling out the strawberries, the whipped cream, and the chocolate sauce for his use in enticing his girl awake. He'd put them away when he woke up during the night.
Taking the tray over toward the bed, he stopped for a moment to watch her as she slept. He found her amazing, lying there on her stomach with just the sheet covering her bottom. Her hair tousled around her head, giving her the look of a lost angel. He wished he was an artist or had a camera, for he would paint this vision of her from memory to have this image of her to admire for the rest of his life.
He stood watching as she wiggled in her sleep, appearing as if she was searching for him. The thought of her missing him already warmed him, bringing her deeper into his heart and soul. Soon, he was sure his world would revolve around her, and it didn't scare him like he thought it should.
Placing the tray on the end table beside the bed, he crawled easily back into bed. Once he was settled, he reached over and picked up a strawberry, dipping it in the whipped cream. The thought of taking another shower with his girl brought a smile to his face as he dabbed the cream along her back. Smiling the whole time as his plans played in his head.
Buffy smiled to herself, pretending she was still asleep as he kept dropping something cool along her back. She was sure it was the leftover whipped cream or chocolate from last night. The want to see how far he would go was the incentive keeping her laying still, not letting him know she was awake.
Spike felt his mouth water, anticipating licking off the mess he was making on her back. He felt rather disappointed she was sleeping prone, instead of supine. Hiding from him her sweet breasts, he could feast upon instead.
The first flick of his tongue on her skin made her moan aloud, unable to hide the fact she was awake. Arching her back toward him, encouraging his seduction, letting him know she was enjoying what he was doing.
He straddled her knees, letting his hands massage her lower back, as he made sure to get all the whipped cream off her back with his tongue and lips. His erection prodded between her buttocks, letting her know how much this was affecting him as well.
"We’ll only do what feels good, and if it hurts we'll stop," he whispered in her ear as he leaned down, letting his hard shaft slip between her thighs.
"Just tell me what to do," she replied, deciding to let him be her guide in this new dance he was about to teach her.
Spike grabbed his pillow instructing her, "Lift up, baby, going to put this under you for some leverage."
Buffy lifted up, gasping as his penis rubbed against her sensitized clit. Once the pillow was in place under her lower abdomen and pelvis, he started to thrust slowly between her legs.
"Tighten your legs, Kitten," he panted, as he maneuvered his thrusts so he'd rub against her sweet spot.
"I need you, inside me, please," she begged, wanting him to give her the release her body was craving.
"It might hurt," he panted, not wanting to cause her any pain.
"Need you,” she said, trying to adjust herself so he'd enter her, make the ache go away.
"Buffy, are you sure?" He moaned the question, wanting so badly to sheath himself deep inside her body, needing her as much as she seemed to need him.
"Yes, now, please now," she begged, lifting her hips, hoping it would give him the added incentive to make love to her.
He pulled her hips forward as he angled his so he could gently ease his cock inside her moist center. Paying close attention in case he caused her any discomfort. He slowly slid inside, praying she'd be able to take him deep inside without causing her any pain.
Her moan of ‘yes’ almost made him come right at that moment, causing him to bite his bottom lip softly.
Once he was all the way in, he paused to give her time to adjust to his presence. Letting her be in charge, telling him when it would be the right time to begin moving. He felt her start to wiggled giving him the sign she was ready for more.
Just like their kisses, making love this time was better than the first. It felt like he was deeper now, than last night. She wondered if it was the different position or because it was their second time making love.
She let her inhibitions go as she started to move, experimenting with how she could make him moan louder or tell her how good she was. The more he encouraged her, the more daring she became. To the point, she was the one controlling the rhythm, squeezing him tight within her, begging him for more.
He knew he was losing control, and soon he was going to come whether she did or not. She was a minx, teasing him and making it hard for him to wait for her. It was as if she wanted him to let her lead them in this dance. All he could do was follow her lead, let her learn just how seductive and sexy she could be.
No longer could he hold back as he thrust one last time hard and deep, yelling his release. So lost in his sweet abandon he failed to hear her call out his name as she came. Both felt the pull as they settled back in the bed, needing the other close. Soft kisses shared as they held each other as they came back down to earth.
"Do we have time for a shower before you have to go?" She sighed as her fingers skimmed his torso.
"Yeah, we have time," he replied as his fingers stroked up and down her back.
"I think I’ll spend some time at the pool." She again sighed, letting him know what she would be doing while he was away.
"I have something for you back at your room," he said, knowing she might get mad, but he felt the need to do it.
She leaned up on her elbow so she could look at his face as she asked, "What have you done now?"
He sheepishly smiled and explained, "There’s a spa package for you to use as you wish for today. Don't get mad, I just wanted to do something special for you. I want to pamper you while we're here. Knowing once we get back to the real life, things will be rough on both of us."
"Just as long as you don't spoil me to the point I become like those uppity women everyone talks bad about," she said before she leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. "Thank you for doing it. Willow and I had talked about at least getting a facial."
"Enjoy it, take advantage of it," he encouraged her. "I’ll do my best not to spoil you too much."
Buffy laughed as she leaned down to rub her nose against his and asked, "Tell me, how I can spoil you."
Spike's smile grew and his eyes shined with happiness as he said, "Just by loving me for the rest of my life."
She straddled his waist. "I will love you and only you for as long as I live."
"Buffy, Saturday when it's time for you go home, can I come home with you?" he asked, as his hands held her by her waist, as he thumbs massaged her lower abdomen.
Her smile lit up her face as she nodded. "I would love it if you came home with me. That way we can get to know each other better, and then maybe the weekend we can go to your place."
Spike sat up, keeping her on his lap, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her down for a sweet slow kiss. Tongues battled for control as their passion ignited once again. He knew this time would be quick so they'd be able to share that shower before he'd have to leave and go to work.
Buffy knew she was lost, that he was now her world and she was sure she was his. She would enjoy his present and repay him in kind tonight with some pampering of her own. The rest of the time on the ship, she would make sure he understood just how important he was to her now.
*******
Jenny noticed the change in both Willow and Wesley when she saw them sitting close together. Her instincts told her they had become lovers and it helped lighten the dark mood that had settled over her today. Her sense of trouble also reassured her it didn't include either of them and it eased her anxiety a bit.
Needing reassurance, she walked over to their table to say hello. The girls wanted some alone time with their father, so he took them to swim and grab some breakfast. At first she planned to sleep in and just enjoy the quiet morning, but instead her stomach craved nourishment. Her mind needed to find stimulating conversation so she could keep her mind off the bad thoughts.
"Hello, you two, care for some company?" she asked, hoping she was not intruding.
Wesley managed to tear his gaze away from his love long enough to notice his friend’s worry lines. Over the years he'd come to read Jenny like a book. He motioned for her to set, standing so he could get the chair for her.
"'Thanks, Wes," Jenny said, hoping he didn't notice her forced smile.
"What’s wrong?" Wesley asked right off.
Jenny sighed as she said, "I never could fool either you or Spike, could I?"
"No," he said as he reached across the table to take her hand. "Talk to me, please."
"There really isn't much to say, other than- I just can't make this bad feeling go away," she answered him as she gently squeezed his hand in return.
Willow started to worry as she asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
Jenny noticed the way the couple leaned into each other and smiled, "No really, hopefully it will pass and the crisis, if there is one, will be averted. Or it could all be in my mind."
"Where’s Giles?" Wesley asked, while looking around.
"With the girls. They wanted some daddy time this morning," she explained.
"I’ll have to leave shortly, for work," Wesley said, hoping Willow would offer to spend time with Jenny today while they were working the convention.
"Do you have any plans for today?" Willow asked her friend.
"Was thinking about going to the spa. Get a massage and a facial or even pedicure and a manicure," Jenny answered, thinking a nice day of pampering herself might be what the doctor ordered.
"I would love to go. I just don't have the extra cash for all of that." Willow sighed unaware of her lover's mischievous grin.
Jenny noticed and waited to see what he was up to, and didn't have to wait long to find out as he turned to Willow.
"Oh, my dear, the world is your oyster, and the day at the spa is yours."
Willow's eyes grew large as she asked, "What have you done?"
He laughed, knowing it was going to be hard for him to get her to accept his gift. "Both you and Buffy have appointments at the spa, compliments of Spike and I. Please accept my gift to you, it would make me a very happy man if you did."
Willow's eyes narrowed as she leaned in putting her nose against his and said, "Just so you realize it's not why I'm with you."
Wesley smiled as he replied, "I know it's not, but it's something I can do to ease my guilt of not being able to spend the day with you."
Jenny smiled thinking to herself how wonderful they are together. How Willow was perfect for her friend, just what he needed. It was on her tongue to ask where Spike and Buffy were, when the couple appeared, walking toward them. There was no mistaking the look on their faces, they too had crossed over, and now were lovers as well. Jenny was finding her day was getting better and better, and the sense of badness was easing up.
"Hello, you two," Jenny greeted the blonde couple with a warm smile, letting them know she was happy to see them.
"Hi, all," Spike said as he and Buffy joined them at their table.
Buffy's voice sounded relaxed and happy as she offered her greeting as well. She knew when she and Willow talked, the conversation was going to be rather personal for both of them. There was no mistaking the signs, Willow and Wesley were in love as well.
"Nice of you both to join us on this wonderful morning," Wesley said in greeting, noticing the added closeness of the couple.
"Anything special you want, Pet?" Spike asked as he held out the chair for Buffy.
"Fruit, boiled egg, and some juice and water, would be nice," she answered, as she allowed him to seat her.
"How about some French toast?" he asked.
"No, thanks," she said as she shook her head, watching him turn away and go to get their food.
"So, you have him waiting on you hand and foot, lovely to see." Wesley smiled, giving her a wink letting her know he was teasing her.
"He says he wants to pamper me today, so who am I to refuse?" Buffy's reply was soft, and with her blushing, he knew she was not used to anyone treating her special like this.
"I suspect it won't be only today," Jenny put in her opinion. "I think it's great, you are exactly what he needs."
Before Buffy could stop herself the words came out. "He's what I need, too."
"I know." Jenny reached over covering the young woman's hand as she agreed.
"Thank you for coming and talking to me that day. If not for you I'm not sure I would have him right now," Buffy said as she turned her hand to squeeze Jenny's in return.
"I'm glad I did, too," Jenny assured her, feeling as if she would be gaining a sister if the woman ended up married to Spike.
"What's with the hand holding, are you trying to steal my girl," Spike teased as he placed Buffy's plate in front of her.
"Never, just welcoming her to the family is all," Jenny said as she gave Buffy a wink, letting her know it was true. "I mean, she must be a saint to put up with the likes of you."
"Ha, ha, bloody, ha, woman." Spike pretended to be affronted, as he sat beside his girl and continue to joke with the only woman, he'd always trusted since the day he met her. "Just remember she's all mine."
Buffy tried not to cry, feeling for the first time since her mother died that she was part of a family. She concentrated on the food on her plate, trying to rein in her emotions. The pile of food on her plate made her suddenly realize William had added a few things to her menu selection.
"Hmmm, I don't think toast falls under the category of fruit or egg." She looked over at her boyfriend suspiciously.
"Not just any toast, Pet." Was his reply before taking a bite of his eggs benedict.
"Oh, and how about this piece of bacon?" she asked, trying not to laugh.
"Another good source of protein, and its turkey bacon, so it's good for you."
"Are you trying to fatten me up?" Buffy asked, trying to sound angry, when in fact she was fighting back the giggle.
"No, never would do that, Kitten," he replied as he held out a bite of his French toast for her to sample. "Taste this- it’s the best I’ve ever had, other than Jenny's."
"Good save there, bucko," Jenny threatened, playfully, knowing he was just using the food to flirt more with his girl.
Buffy noticed he had a few other things on her plate and realized he did it on purpose. By offering her a bite of his French toast, he was hoping she share something off her plate with him.
"Okay," she told him/ as she leaned in for him to feed her the offered food.
He felt his breath hitch when her lips covered his fork and slowly took the bite that he'd offered. His plan to flirt with her during breakfast had taken flight, when she in turn offered him a bite of bacon, from between her fingers.
Everyone ate while sharing small talk, talking about what they've liked so far on the cruise. Sharing little stories about what they had experienced, becoming closer. All thoughts of something bad, gone for now.
Willow shared a look with Wesley that told him she was happy for her friend. The day was starting out close to perfection. Willow was beside him, Spike and Buffy seemed to be getting along really well. Only thing that had him worried was the look on Jenny's face earlier. Her expression was not open and carefree, no longer was the anxiety from before present.
"When are the appointments at the Spa?" Jenny asked, thinking she see if she could arrange hers at the same time.
Wesley and Spike shared a smile as Wesley told her after he looked at his watch. "In about 30 minutes."
"Well that is my cue to go and see if they can fit me in as well at the same time," Jenny said as she stood. "That is, if it's okay with the two of you."
Buffy and Willow both smiled, nodding their heads, Buffy assuring her, "That would be wonderful. Let us know if they can't and maybe we can reschedule."
Willow thought for a few seconds and suggested, "How about we go together and see what can be arranged?"
"Sounds good to me," Buffy agreed, looking up at Jenny to see what she said.
"Perfect. Gentlemen, I'm going to steal your ladies for a few hours, if you don't mind," Jenny said as both Buffy and Willow joined her.
Both men watched as their ladies walked away, both feeling content and sad at the same time.
"Spike, do you think they would agree to switching roommates?" Wesley asked, knowing his best friend would have to problems with it.
"I'm sure Buffy won't," Spike answered, laughing at the fact Wesley had beat him to asking the question.
"Good, now I think we'd better get our arses in gear," Wesley suggested, knowing neither he nor Spike wanted to go.
Neither noticed Angel glaring at them from the doorway. Seeing Spike so relaxed and happy ate at his soul. His patience was wearing thin, he'd looked up the bartender who told him in no uncertain terms he'd left with the man in question that night. It had taken everything in his power to keep from reaching over and choking the life out of the liar.
"Spike, your day of reckoning is coming. I hope you burn in hell when I'm done with you." He mumbled as he watched the two bastards leave.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Okay, I will be leaving Friday on vacation. No internet access. See you soon. Oh, and the funny part is I decided to have the one couple you'd least expect spur of the moment decisions have one.....let me know what you think........LOL