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"Will, honey, where are we going?"

Spike's heart felt like it was going to burst when she called him Will and honey. Never had the shortened version of his name sounded so good with such an endearment attached to it. Suddenly he stopped and turned around pulling her toward him.

"Say it again," he demanded.

"What?" she asked, confused at what he was asking her to repeat.

"My name and the little special name behind it, say it again," he practically begged.

"William, honey, where are you taking me?" she asked, as her hand moved up and cupped his cheek, feeling all womanly when he rubbed his face against her hand. "Hasn't anyone called you baby, honey, or any other names girlfriends call their boyfriends?"

"Never has being called Will or William sounded as manly as when you say it. I always thought it was a Nancy-boy name," he answered, as he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. "You make me feel like I can face anything."

Buffy moved her hand from his cheek to behind his head pulling him closer as she said, "I know it's cliché, but you complete me."

Spike captured her lips as he plundered her mouth with his, putting everything he felt about her in the kiss. Never had he felt so strongly about anything in his life as he did for this particular woman, who had literally stole his heart and soul right out from under him.

The need to breathe is what broke the kiss, but did nothing to weaken the passion. He slowly stepped back and gently took her hand and said, "I'm taking you to our room. Wesley and I hoped to surprise both you and Red with changing roommates."

"So it's you and me all night long?" Buffy asked for clarification. "When tonight comes I have you all to myself?"

"No one else baby, just me and that big ole bed. I can hold you in my arms all night long and wake up to you beside me," Spike replied as he slowly led her toward their room.

"Oh, I love your surprises, no complaints here, Bucko," she said as they continued down the hall.

"After dinner we can get the rest of your things and bring them back here," he explained as he handed her the extra room key.

She took the key, inserting it into the lock and said, "Home, sweet, temporary home."

"Right about that, Luv," he replied as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold. "What can I say, the sea air, the coming home, and the lovely company inspired me."

Buffy laughed as she allowed herself to get lost in the moment. It was easy to pretend it was like they'd just been married, and he made it so simple to just go with the moment when she was with him.

Spike sat down on the bed, keeping her on his lap. "I don't have enough time to show you how much I really love you right now. They would never let me live it down if I was late for the last cocktail party or dinner."

"I understand, honey. You have a job to do and I wouldn't feel right keeping you from it. We have tonight, and you're still coming home with me after the cruise, right?" Buffy reassured him, and yet some of her own insecurities showed with her simple question.

"Yeah, baby, I'm coming home with you. Nothing will stop me from following you home like a lost puppy looking for a new home," he purred as he threw caution to the wind and kissed her deeply.

Buffy melted into his arms, letting him lead them through the dance. She smiled when she heard him groan his frustration as he broke the kiss. His expression apologetic, as he gently assisted her off his lap.

"Sorry, Kitten, but I need to start getting ready," he said, as he then stood up and walked over toward the closet area.

She noticed the bulge in his pants as she made her decision. "Care to let me help you with that?" she asked as she followed him.

Spike looked at her with confusion until he felt her hand cup his erection. He gasped at the feel of her hand gently fondling his arousal, making him weak in the knees.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, not wanting to push her further then she was ready to go.

"Let me touch you," she whispered, as her hands started to undo his jeans.

"Touch away, Pet. I'm all yours to do with as you wish," he encouraged her, his voice husky as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Talk me through it."

"Just touch me, baby, anyway you want at first," he offered, as she lowered the zipper of his jeans, thus freeing his cock, causing him to groan.

Buffy took his hand and led him to the bed. Watching as he manhood bounced as he walked, making her smile. Just as they reached the bed and she turned him so he could sit.

"Go and grab a towel out of the bathroom, Pet."

She looked at him with a look of confusion and then blushed at what he intended it to be used for. Quickly she went to do as he instructed, before she lost her nerve to do something to please him.

As he was about to sit down on the bed, he looked over and noticed the time. There was no way his girl was going to be able to get him off in time for him to make it to the cocktail party. Taking a deep breathe, he closed his eyes, hiding the disappointment as he refastened his pants.

"William?" he heard her whisper, hearing the hurt in her voice.

He opened his eyes and smiled softly. "I lost track of the time, baby, is all. I don't want to make you rush this. Hell, I don't want you to rush this. I want to be able to lie back and let you explore and do anything your heart, mind, and body desires with me. I just don't want this time to be about quickies, but about exploring and getting to know what the other likes and doesn't like."

Buffy smiled as she started to join him when he held up his hand and smirked. "Now, if you get any closer all bets are off, mind you. You're too much a temptation right now to say fuck it all and just forget about the work."

"Okay, tempting Buffy going to go stand on the balcony so Willie can get ready for work," she teased, reading the sincerity of his words in how his eyes seemed to devour her.

"Good, but you will pay later for calling me Willie," he playfully growled as he watched her scoot past him and go out on the balcony.

Spike stood for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths before gathering his things and heading to the bathroom. He'd take a quick cold shower, and hope it helped curb his libido enough to be presentable at tonight's events.

Buffy stood looking over the ocean, smiling at how her life had changed. Tonight she'd have her turn to explore his body and learn what it was he liked. Maybe she'd be adventurous and ask Willow a few questions about what she thought men liked to do sexually.

*******

Willow stood in front of the mirror and tried to see if she looked any different. She was sure for some reason she did, because she felt different for some reason. Never had someone made her feel so special and loved, not even Oz.

She was waiting for Buffy to arrive so her friend could finish getting ready for dinner. Most of the blonde's things were still here, since neither men knew whose things were whose.

They had made quick passionate love as soon as they hit the door, causing a lingering feeling of him being inside her to remain. She couldn't wait to talk to Buffy and tell her that she and Wes were getting married next weekend. It gave her a week for her and Buffy to pick out what she was going to wear.

The sudden knock in the door caused her to jump, before she rushed to open the door. Both girls squealed as they hugged and started talking at once. Then they giggled as they each pointed at the other and said simultaneously, "You first." Causing them to laugh even harder, before they each realized they were still standing in the doorway.

"Oh, get in here, we so have to talk the girlie talk!" Willow exclaimed as she pulled Buffy into the room.

"Yeah, can you believe it, they actually separated us," Buffy said, as she tried not to trip and fall while Willow dragged her into her old room.

"I hope you're not mad?" Willow asked, worried things might be going to fast for her friend.

"Nope, I'm not, how about you?" Buffy reassured her and asked in return.

"Me neither, very happy actually," Willow assured her. "He asked me to marry him and we’re going to get married next weekend and I need you to be my best woman."

Buffy couldn't help but laugh as she told the redhead, "Hey, slow down and say it again. Did you just say Wesley asked you to marry him?"

Willow's eyes sparkled, her hair bouncing as she nodded her head. "Yes, he did and I said yes."

Buffy hugged her friend. "Oh, Willow, I'm so happy for you."

"You aren't going to tell me I'm rushing things?"

"Never, I see how he looks at you and he's fallen for you big time," Buffy answered as she gave her best friend a confident smile.

"Can you stand up with me next weekend?" Willow asked, as she held Buffy's hands tightly.

"You betcha, me standing right next to you giving you all my support," Buffy said with a determined look on her face, knowing that Willow's parents might be not so supportive.

"I know my parents are going to give me a hard time about this." Willow sighed at first before smiling, refusing to let them bring her emotionally down right now. "Him, not being Jewish, being one big strike against parental acceptance. My dad practically threw a party when Oz and I broke up."

"So, are you moving to L.A.?" Buffy asked, wondering if her best friend would be moving away from her.

"Not at first. We want to take our time and see where we want to live. He's going to get us an apartment in Sunnydale until we decide. I'm going to continue to work for now, until I pay off my student loan. I refuse to have him assume my debts, even if he insists he feels it's his right as my husband."

"Oh, making sure he knows from the start you're not after his money," Buffy teased.

"You got that right. I love him, Buffy, not because he's a famous star, but because he's right here." Willow sighed, as she put her right hand over her heart. "I just never thought I would ever feel like this, it's nothing compared to what I felt for Daniel."

"Yeah, I know," Buffy agreed, but for her own reasons.

"On that note, do you have something you want to tell me?" the redhead asked.

Buffy's smile grew as she held out both her hands. "He borrowed my ring to help him buy this one. It's a promise ring."

Willow's first instinct was to worry how Spike had come into possession of her friend's ring, but turned to a look of wonder as she looked at the ring on Buffy's left hand. "What’s a promise ring?"

"We are committed to finding out where this relationship is going. Not an engagement, but close, I think," Buffy answered before she started to giggle. "I know you're worried about him taking my ring. I can read it in your face."

"That's me, open book," Willow agreed as she gave her friend a embarrassed look. "But it does worry me he took your ring."

"Yeah, except he wanted it to be a real secret, and I think it's because he was afraid to let anyone know in case I refused it. He's not the cocky persona he lets the public see," Buffy said, sharing her true belief of her William's reasoning.

"Wow, that would make sense. I know Wesley is happy about you and Spike."

"I'm so glad, 'cause I know he looks up to Wesley a lot." Buffy sighed. "Willow, in my heart I know I'm doing the right thing, but my head it still keeps sending doubt signals. Is that normal?"

"Yeah, I think it is. I feel the same way, but every time I'm with him all doubt goes out the window. And the more I do the less the doubting."

"Same here, less and less doubting the more time I spend with him," Buffy agreed. "So, any idea what you want to wear for the wedding?"

"I thought we'd do some shopping and pick one out for both of us," Willow replied.

"Oh, good plan, one I agree with whole heartedly."

"Good, so let's get some of your things packed while we make more plans," Willow suggested. "We still have a good half an hour to burn before dinner."

"Oh, give you an inch and you take a mile, oh slave driver." Buffy laughed as she pulled out what she was going to wear to dinner. Her strapless hunter green sundress she felt would be perfect for tonight.

*******

Spike walked up to Wesley and whispered, "And they were worried about me being late."

"Nothing from the peanut gallery please," Wesley said his voice calm with a hint of laughter, knowing full well he'd be teasing Spike when the tables were turned. "I'm shocked you showed such restraint."

Spike chuckled. "Because I never would've made it once I got started."

Wesley turned and gave his best friend a serious look. "It would make me very happy if next weekend you'd stood as my witness as I marry Miss Rosenberg."

Spike's eyes grew large. "You're that serious about her then?"

"Very serious, my friend, very serious indeed, for she is my future, the one I wish to spend the rest of my life with," Wesley answered honestly, letting his love for Willow show in his expression.

"I would consider it an honor and a privilege to be your best man," Spike pledged, as he hugged his friend tightly.

"Then it will be the happiest day of my life." Wesley hugged him back, not caring what anyone around them thought. He'd learned a long time ago that what other people thought about him didn't matter. His father taught him that after he accused him of being Spike's lover.

"Am I embarrassing you?" Spike chuckled, as he stepped back.

"Never have and never will. You are family to me and I don't care what people think," Wesley reassured him. "If I was gay, you'd be my bitch."

Spike laughed aloud as he tried to reply, but found he couldn't stop laughing long enough. He'd seen how Wesley's father's accusations had wounded his best friend so many years ago. That was what led to the jokes about being gay, feeling like it helped make a mockery of the old farts idiotic claims.

"Can I send your Da the wedding pictures and tell him I gave you away," Spike finally found he could talk again.

"That would be priceless to see his face when he finds out his so called homo son was marrying a real woman. Then to top it off his assumed son's male lover is giving him a way."

"I really do hate to interrupt, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining the party any time soon?" Cordy asked, hating this part of her job.

"Sorry, will talk to you later, old man." Spike apologized to Miss Chase before being cheeky with his best friend. "We will celebrate after dinner."

Wesley just shook his head and decided to let the dig go.

*******

Harmony flopped onto her back, as she tried to catch her breath. The hotel porter was one hot Latino lover, and hung like a horse. She just couldn't get enough of him, and it would seem the same for him. Since finding out she was pregnant, she found herself horny all the time. Where most women found the condition turned them off sex, for her it was the opposite.

Come tomorrow, she'd meet Spike at the dock. He'd find out about the baby, and all would be forgiven. Then she'd be Mrs. Crawford in no time. It didn't matter he wasn't the baby's daddy. During the time of conception she'd slept with her photographer, a TV producer, and Angel.

"Oh, baby you are one hot mama." Pablo moaned as she again began to stoke his manhood back to life.

"You aren't lying, hope you have no plans for tonight," she said, as she proceeded to seduce and conquer the poor man.

*******

Colin joined in as they all discussed their favorite movies. The more he came to know the two lovely ladies the more he was happy for both Spike and Wesley. He'd make sure that Angel did nothing to spoil Buffy and Spike's growing relationship. He was positive that O' Conner was planning something against Spike. He could feel it in his bones.

He'd made Darla promise him to never be alone. The more he watched Angel the more he felt the man was loosing his grip on life. From what his wife was telling him about today the man had something up his sleeve.

After a few phone calls, he had everything arranged to keep an eye on O' Conner once they hit port. Also, someone would follow Buffy and Spike for a short time, just so he'd feel they were being watched over.

The last thing he wanted was to see either of them hurt if it was in his power to prevent it. His wish, and God help him, he knew it was an evil one, was that Angel would drop off the face of this earth and never be heard from again.

*******

She stood at the railing praying to who would listen, "Please forgive me for what I'm about to do, but he leaves me no choice. He is evil, and bad. I cannot let Angel hurt my sweet Spike. Never, ever, especially since he is surrounded by sunshine and sweet candy. She's for him, she is, all golden and light, will pull him from the darkness that was me. For she is baking, baking something special she is, and it will make her William very happy."

In her mind, a special song played as she swayed to the beat only she could hear. The voices were growing stronger, giving her the courage and strength to do what she needed to do. The only problem was getting him in the right place at the right time for it to cleanly happen, just like it should.

"Daddy must die, must die, must die. Daddy must die, and die he must," she sang softly as a plan formed in her head.

*******

Angel was fuming as he watched how happy Spike was acting during dinner, as if he was the king of the world.

‘It won't last long, you sneaky bastard.’ he thought to himself as he formed a plan on how to take down the bleach blonde menace.

When he returned to his room earlier, he found more pictures and finally a note with demands. The demands he could not meet, he didn't have that much cash that he could readily liquidate on such a short notice.

He'd spent all his free time trying to find the man in the pictures, but no one was talking. The plan was he'd try and look for Rack and watch the man closely. He was sure the rotten photographer with no morals was the one who took the pictures.

Once he had the evidence, he'd make sure all involved suffered for doing this to him. He was sure once he exposed Spike, his contract would be renewed in record-breaking time. It still made his blood boil to think they thought the show could go on without him. They were idiots, morons of the worst kind.

All his bags were packed, and ready for him to place outside his room as directed for pick up. All that he had left to pack were the things he needed to keep safe and close to him at all times. The one reassuring thing was the location for the money drop was back in L.A.

The people at his table had stopped trying to get him to talk. His patience with the fans had started to wear off, since his stress level had elevated close to panic proportions. He'd told them he'd received some bad news he was not able to talk about, and it seemed to sooth any hard feeling they might have had.

*******





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