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Repost of the real Chapter 36. Thanks Tasha for catching it.......
"I can't believe you brought them with you," Buffy whispered as they noticed the others standing at the bar.

"Sorry, baby, I already told you I'm a bad rude man, and I've always been bad." He chuckled as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"More like a pervert," she replied, trying not to blush.

"But they're pink, like your face when you-" He never finished because she elbowed him in the stomach.

"Finish that sentence and you'll sleep on the balcony."

"Was only going to say when you blush, like you're doin' now, is all," he said with a pout. "I just want something that belonged to you for the long, lonely plane ride back."

"You have Wesley…wait that didn't come out right," she stuttered, wondering how to get out of that one.

Spike laughed as he leaned down to whisper, "But he doesn't have sexy pink unmentionables, all boxers and ugly plaid."

"Oh, you are incorrigible."

Spike watched his girl's temper rise and it made him want to take her back to their room and shag her some more. His future was looking brighter and brighter the more he came to know her. She would never bore him, and would always keep him on his toes.

"Is there a problem here? And did Anya get a hold of you?" Wesley asked, wondering what would have Spike so excited, and Buffy upset.

"Answer to the second question, no. Do you want to answer the first one, Pet, or should I?" Spike responded with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Button it, Buster," Buffy said before she went to join Willow at the bar.

"Care to elaborate?" Wesley asked, knowing Spike, it was something he'd done that would embarrass the young blonde.

"Nope, and don't try and guess, 'cause you won't in a million years," Spike answered as he quickly followed his girl.

"Oh, I can see this is going to get very interesting." Wesley chuckled as he rolled his eyes before heading to the bar himself.

"Buffy, care to share?" Willow asked her friend, wondering why she appeared upset.

"Nope, can't share information at present time," Buffy replied as she prayed Spike would change his mind and give her back her underwear. The last thing she needed was for them to search him and find them in his pocket at the airport tomorrow.

"Gotcha!" Willow said as she nodded her head.

Buffy leaned in and asked, "Did Oz ever take a pair of your…you know…panties?"

The redhead tried not to laugh. "Are you implying Spike currently has a pair of yours?"

Buffy hissed quietly, "You are not supposed to answer a question with a question."

"Oh, forgot that rule, let me think. Yes, he would take a pair with him on the road," she shared in a conspiratorial whisper. "I really think it's a guy thing, as long as they're clean, never took a dirty pair, and least…ewww, let's not go there."

"No, they're of the clean variety." Buffy snickered, feeling better knowing it was really just a guy thing, but still embarrassing if someone found out he had them in his pocket.

"Having girlie conversations about girlie things?" Spike asked, with a look of mischief on his face, as he tilted his head and gave Buffy a knowing wink. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, no talking, just mingle, talking later," Buffy warned him, with a sparkle in her eyes that he could swear was a teasing glint.

"I have an announcement to make, about something tantalizing and exciting,” Spike said, his voice sounding like someone wanting to tell a secret.

"You had better not be going to say what I think you're going to say," Buffy warned him, glaring with both hands on her hips.

Spike looked at Buffy as he replied, "Maybe I will, and then maybe I won't talk about that."

"The news, sometime this century would be nice," Giles said, knowing Spike would not say anything to embarrass Miss Summers in public.

"Sid, called. Seems, they are interested in me for the part of Milton Fine in the next Superman movie," he announced, while giving his girl a wink as he reached out to caress her cheek softly. "I go for an audition on Wednesday."

"Great, fabulous news," Wesley replied, excited for his friend.

"Wow, you're going to play the Brainiac? How cool is that!" Xander exclaimed. "Man, you are him, you da man."

"Hey, I don't have the part yet, but they came asking for me Sid said," Spike informed them.

"And here I was thinking I had the best news to share." Wesley sighed.

"But you do, mate, far better than mine."

"I've already asked Spike, but I was wondering what your plans were for next weekend?" Wesley asked, since both he and Willow had decided to invite everyone to join them in Vegas.

"I'm free. How about you Rups, anything I forgot about?" Jenny replied as she turned to her husband.

"No."

"We're free," Xander answered for him and his wife.

"Colin, do we have anything scheduled?" Darla asked.

"If so, I'm sure it can be changed."

"Good, well then you are invited to a wedding," Wesley informed them as Willow took his hand and joined him.

"We would love it if you all came."

"A wedding, oh my God, I…what can I say but… I will be there." Jenny couldn't form a complete sentence she was so excited.

"What my wife said, but calmer," Giles teased his wife as he answered.

The champagne was flowing freely. The mood was cheerful and everyone celebrated one couple's engagement and another person's possible success. Names, emails, and phone numbers were exchanged with promises to keep in touch. Plans were made to meet the day before the wedding so the men could throw an informal bachelor's party, and the women have a day of shopping and last minute things to do for the wedding.

*******

Rack sat with his two friends as they made plans for their money. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He'd be able to open his own studio, and work his way up the ladder to success. He wanted to find the lady luck that made it all happen. He still couldn't believe it when the beautiful woman had approached him with a scheme to make money off Angel O' Conner. It was brilliant and it had worked.

"Boys, let's sit back and enjoy our last night in this hellhole," Rack said as he lifted his glass. "To devious women, and God help us if we’re wrong about them, 'cause today proves, payback is a bitch and her name is Misty."

*******

Buffy watched as William enjoyed himself, toasting to his best friend's coming nuptials. He was truly happy for Wes and Willow, she could tell. It was the way he'd smile at them and was constantly hugging them. In her heart she knew for the first time, her William was finally realizing what it was to have family. She didn't know why she knew it, she just did.

"I see you are wearing some thing new," Jenny said quietly.

"It's a promise ring."

"It's lovely. So, I take it Spike had your mother's ring all along?"

"Yes, and I'm okay with it. I really am," Buffy quickly added to defend him. "I get why he did it, and it makes the surprise more special, two for one kind of special."

"Good," Jenny said, her understanding smile and tone helped Buffy to relax.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, but you guys are the only family he has, right?" she asked the one woman she knew would be honest with her.

"Until you," Jenny answered. "You are the best thing that has happened to him.

"I just wish I could give him a real family." Buffy sighed.

"Buffy, honey, children is not the basis of a relationship. He knows you can't have children and he's okay with that. Spike loves you for you, and if children really become an issue for you, there are other options. He knows first hand what it's like to grow up without parents, so adoption might be favorable to him. Just don't let it be the reason not to fight for him." Jenny gave her a wink and added, "Just think of all the quality time you have to bend him to your will."

Buffy couldn't help but laugh as she turned her attention toward the object of her affection. She watched as he joined in another toast to Willow and Wesley, before turning to appraise her with a heated look of his own. Lifting her glass in salute, she mouthed to him, ‘I love you.’ Her words, causing his smile to grow larger, as he returned the sentiment.

After another hour went by, the party was brought to an end. Everyone hugged and said goodbye to those they would not see in the morning. Others saying they’d see each other on the plane. Everyone had decided they'd have breakfast in their rooms as they waited for their colors representing their turn to depart, to be called.

*******

Spike waltzed his girl toward the elevator, feeling light on his feet, and that everything was right with the world. In his mind, as long as this beautiful woman was beside him, nothing could or would go wrong. Maybe, the romantic fate of him meeting her the way he did made him feel this way, but for some reason he refused to believe things would change.

"I feel like going outside with you beside me and yelling, ‘I'm the king of the world’," he teased, as he continued to twirl her around while waiting for the elevator door to open.

"Listen, Mister, you are not Jack. He died, remember?" she said with a mocking glare. "My William will make it back to shore with no funny business, remember."

Spike leaned down and kissed her lips before saying, "You make me happy, happiest I've ever been."

"Hmmm, lips of William," she murmured as she kissed him again. "You make me very happy too. Me very happy you knocked me on my ass."

Spike out right laughed. "Not the 'Gone with the Wind', sweep you off your feet method, but it worked."

"Me Scarlett, you Rhett," she teased as she pulled him into the elevator when it opened.

"Sorry, Pet, no cavemen in that classic, unless it was in the unedited version I don't know about."

"I can think of something better to do with that mouth, than rattle on about old movies," she suggested, with a wink as she pressed the button to their floor.

"Oh, baby, I can, too," he said with a sexy smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Remember, education of Buffy commencing once we get back to our room," she reminded him as she felt him wrap his arms around her, pulling her back against him.

She could feel his arousal pressed against her lower back. The ding of the elevator told her they had arrived as she reached back and took his hand. "Come with me."

"Plan on it, just you wait and see." He gazed at her with a heated look that sent chills and tingles all over her body.

Buffy led him to their room, stopping at the door. "I think I might have lost my key. Can I see if you have it in one of your pockets?" she asked coyly.

"It's in-" Before he could finish she placed a finger over his lips, signaling him to remain quiet as her other hand did something else.

Buffy wasn't sure if it was the few glass of champagne she had consumed, but she was feeling daring and flirtatious. Then, again, it could be the fact he made her feel comfortable expressing her new sexual freedom with him.

Spike smiled and kissed her finger, letting her know she had the floor. Her other hand slowly drifted up the inside of his left thigh, moving over slightly as it felt to see if the key was there.

"Darn it no key," she teased as her fingers left his lips, trailing down his chest. Her fingers grazed his left nipple, causing him to bit his lip. Taking her time she slowly let her hand ease down into his pocket and intimately explore inside, before saying, "Oh, too bad, still no key."

"Keep looking, Pet, I'm sure you will eventually find what you're lookin' for." His voice sounded raspy as he encouraged her to continue.

Both lost interest in their surroundings as she then felt her way up his right thigh. Giggling as she found a very aroused William waiting for her, she looked up and watched as he reacted to her touch. Never had she felt so much like a woman, seeing the pleasure she was giving him with her touch.

"Too big for a key." She sighed as her hand continued to rub his erection.

"I swear it's a key, just for a different passageway is all," he managed to say, his voice sounding strained, his facial expression intense.

Continuing to explore and seductively search for the room key, she let her hand move into the right pocket. She found she could experiment with touching him intimately some more. Hearing him gasp and moan as she teased him made her look down in the area her hand was moving against him

"Oh, there baby, yeah, just like that," he begged as her fingers made their way to base of his cock, rubbing that one spot he loved to be touched.

"Still no key, are you hiding it from me?" she asked as her free hand grasped the back of his neck, guiding him down so her tongue could trace his lips, teasing him more.

Leaning back, breaking the kiss, he whimpered. "Need you, baby, skin on skin, touch me, feel me." He started to thrust against her hand, needing the friction.

She could see the raw hunger in his eyes as she continued to gaze up at him. Instinct became her guide as she pulled him down and kissed him. Her hand reluctantly left his erection and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Found it," she said, her voice all shaky with need as she broke the kiss. Quickly she turned around as she took the key out, squeaking when he wrapped himself around her.

Feeling the evidence of his arousal, he was presently rubbing against her backside, almost made her drop the key card. Taking a moment she added to the friction as she started playing along with him.

"Do you want me, baby?" she asked as she developed goose bumps.

"Baby, I think you can feel how much."

Inserting the key in the door, she heard his excited moan of ‘yes’ when the green light flashed that it worked.

"Open the door, baby, let me in."

She did as he said. "Always open for you, honey."

"God, woman, you will be the death of me. Burn me to the core you do." He reached out and opened the door, nudging her through the opening.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you back to life," she teased as she managed to get away from him.

"Where’re you going, Kitten?" he asked, with a pout on his face.

"Just right here, is all," she answered, as she reached behind herself to unzip her dress. "I'm feeling a little overdressed, how about you?"

In record time, he had himself undressed, stalking her.

"I want to touch you, skin to skin, like you asked."

Spike ground his teeth, knowing he wouldn’t last long. "Anything you want baby, this is your dance."

"No, Will, this is our dance," she explained, as she sat on the bed and then scooted back, making room for him to join her. "Come lay with me, let me show you how much I love you."

Watching him move to the end of the bed, and then crawl like a panther toward her made her giddy. She still found it hard to believe that he was hers, and this wasn't a dream. Not realizing she had voiced her feeling aloud, until he nibbled on her ankle and said, "I'm real, Kitten, and I'm yours, only yours."

"Oh, thinking out loud again, bad me." She moaned as he continued to nibble his way up toward her mouth.

"I love you, Buffy Anne Summer, only you for me," he said as he kissed her lips softly.

"Oh, William Crawford, you're in my heart, forever," she replied as she gently pushed on his chest until he was lying on his back. "Now, tell me what you like."

"Start here," he said, as he pointed to his lips. "And then just work your way down."

Buffy smiled down upon him, making his heart flutter. All he could do was think of the poetry he could write about her, and it would all probably be sappy and overly sweet. Only this time he was sure she read every bit of it and make him feel as if he was the best poet ever to live.

The touch of her lips against his was something he would cherish and take to his grave. The soft touch of her mouth felt like a breath of an angel touching his. Her tongue explored, as it traveled down his chin to his chest. Her hands busy as well as they traced all the areas of his chest and now his stomach. Her fingers, busy following his abdominal muscles, like a blind woman reading Braille. He was sure she'd know every inch of him when she was through.

She could tell he was enjoying everything she was doing. His skin tasted salty, since his skin had developed a fine sheen of sweat. Hearing his moans of delight gave her incentive to continue, as she would find a new area to touch and explore. Making sure to commit to memory what he liked as she went further down his body.

Remembering how much she liked when he played with her breasts she decided to see if he would benefit from it as much. The groan he let out once her tongue worshiped his erect nipple while her fingers rolled the other between them, said he did.

The moment her sweet mouth started to gently suckle his nipple he almost lost control and rolled her over. Biting his lip, and reminding himself this was her dance, he fought it off. Her next move only made it worse as she started to nibble down his chest, her fingernails gently scratching their way down his torso toward his hips.

He could feel his balls start to tighten; knowing he was close, and she hadn't even touched his dick yet. The thought of her physically stimulating his cock made him smile. Quickly he had to push the sight of him coming all over her chest away, or he'd do just that. He wanted to feel her touch him, to have her hand stoking him to completion when he came.

The feel of her body rubbing against his member as she moved further down made him moan her name and thrust his hips up against her. Her warm mouth stopped to place kisses on his lower stomach as her hands massaged his thighs. His cock perfectly placed between her breasts as she moved herself gently back and forth against him.

He looked down and noticed her looking back with a questioning look. Without asking he knew, she was wondering if she was doing okay. Moving his hand to cup the side of her face he said, "You are doing perfect, baby. It just proves you were made for me."

The smile she gave him was like a ray of sunshine as she sat back on her knees. The next question out of her mouth stunned him. "Would you be mad if I didn't, well you know, in my mouth?"

"No, baby, I won't be mad. You could never touch me there with those sweet lips, for as long as I live, and I will never be angry or upset. I told you, only what you're comfortable doing," he reassured her, as he sat up and pulled her in for a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around him as she pushed him back down on the bed. The feel of him beneath her, skin on skin, sat her body on fire. Pulling back from the kiss she said, "Make love to me, William."

"Love you, baby and your wish is my command," he replied as he rolled them over.

"I'm sorry," she said as she felt his fingers start to work their magic.

"Never say that, we have the rest of our lives to explore and play, my lovely Kitten. You will grow more confident as we grow. Don't fret, I believe in you, baby, I believe in us," he whispered as he worked to prepare her.

"I need you now, baby, come inside me, make me whole again."

He entered her slowly, enjoying the way her eyes dilated and her lips parted as her need for him grew. It made him chuckle to himself the real reason he did snitch her panties. They were the perfect color of her skin when she was sexually aroused.

The warmth and tightness of her body pulled him in further. How her hips arched up to meet his, egged him on to thrust faster and harder, as he pushed her further then he had before. He used his arms to lift her legs further up, giving him deeper access to her body as he continued to pleasure her.

The change in position increased the depth of his body entering hers. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lost herself to the rhythm, never wanting him to stop. All she knew was she needed to come, the sensations of what he was doing to her was becoming overwhelming and yet not enough.

He could hear her whimpers and knew she was close, so was he. He felt it when she came, her nails digging in to his skin, her hips molding to his as she cried her release. Something broke as he thrust hard and fast, wanting to come inside her. Just when he knew it was about to happen he growled, "Mine, all mine."

She knew he was branding her. Buffy held him as he calmed down, his body still moving against hers with swallow thrusts. His breathing ragged as she stroked his back, his face cradled against the side of her head, with him murmuring endearments in her ear.

"I've got you William, I won't let you fall," she said as she turned to kiss the side of his head.

"I know."

"I'm yours," she whispered, as she kissed his ear. "And for the record, you’re mine, all mine."

"I know, Kitten, always be yours," he said in return as he gently pulled out of her warmth before moving to lie beside her. "Good thing you put in the wake up call before we left."

She giggled as she snuggled against him. "Yeah, no energy to do it now."

"No energy," he agreed as he closed his eyes, sleep taking him.

Buffy smiled as she let her eyes close as well, thinking to herself she could get used to this really fast. Falling asleep in his arms could become a dangerous addiction, for someone whose job could take him away from her for periods at a time.

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