Willow needed to get away so she could think clearly. Her parents were acting weird, and it was driving her crazy. They were being too accepting of Wesley in her mind.
"How romantic." She heard her mother say when Wesley finished telling the story of how they met, minus their engagement.
"We're getting married this Saturday." Willow blurted out, causing Wes to choke on his tea.
"Sorry, I just couldn't hold it in any longer." Willow apologized to her fiancé while patting him on the back.
Her father's chuckles and mother's giggling made Willow turn her attention toward her parents.
"Are we invited? Sheila teased.
"Of course you're invited," Willow managed to gasp out.
She really didn't know which she was more shocked about, the fact her parents weren't angry and trying to talk her out of getting married so soon or that she'd cracked like a criminal under interrogation without actually being interrogated.
"Just checking." Her father joined in the teasing.
"Okay! I can't take this anymore." Willow stood up to confront these strangers. Hands on her hips she asked, "where are my parents?"
"Honey, you've never been able to lie very well or keep secrets." Sheila reminded her daughter.
"I was so sure you'd be giving me the third degree," Willow continued. "Like…don't you think it's too soon to get married?"
Sheila sighed as she stood to go and hug her daughter. "Willow, it's okay. We can see how special he is to you. I can also see he adores you."
"If this is what you really want, baby girl, then I would be proud to give you away." Ira assured his daughter.
"We've planned it for Saturday in Las Vegas. No Elvis officiating over the ceremony or going through the drive-thru either."
"How about we go dress hunting tomorrow?" Sheila offered. "I'll need a new dress, too."
"I'll need a nice suit or will I need a tux?" Ira asked.
Wesley smiled. "I think a suit will be fine. I'm not sure we're going for the big formal theme. Just friends and family getting together to witness our vows."
"I can show you later what I have planned. And, yes Dad, I want you to give me away." Willow's watery smile caused her parents eyes to moisten as well.
"Ira, our little girl is getting married." Sheila choked out. "She'll move away and oh, I think I'm going to cry now."
"Don't cry, please." Willow begged as her tears started to fall, too.
"Oh honey, they're happy tears, really. Sad too, don't get me wrong." Sheila hugged her daughter close. "Just visit us and don't forget where you came from."
"I doubt that will happen." Wesley reassured his soon to be mother-in-law. "Family is very important to Willow, thus making it very important to me."
Wesley noticed Ira's expression and realized the man wanted to ask clarification about the family issue. It wasn't something he felt comfortable discussing right now. He sat on pins and needles anticipating what Mr. Rosenberg was about to say.
"Well, this calls for a celebration," Ira announced. "I say we have dinner tomorrow at Andre's to finalize everything."
"Wonderful idea," Wesley agreed. "I would like to keep this as quiet as we can until after the ceremony. There are some unwanted guests I would love to keep from attending."
"The press?" Ira asked.
Wesley nodded, "I want this day to be all about Willow."
"And you," Willow added.
"Now, sit down and tell me what you've got planned so far." Sheila now became the inquisitive mother Willow knew as they sat down and talked.
*******
Ethan continued to punch the bag. The need to work off his anger did not escape him. In fact it was what led him to the gym. It wouldn't do to take this home, it might give his wife something to start nagging him about.
"Hey man, who shit in your cornflakes today?" Bobby, his trainer, complained.
"Just hold the fucking bag," Ethan spit out.
In Ethan's mind it was the intruder's face he envisioned beating each time his fist connected with the bag. This Spike Crawford needed to go and quickly.
He really couldn't wait until the day he could tell the womanizer to leave his Buffy alone. Let the bastard know once and for all she belonged to him and him only.
Tomorrow he would begin his mission to woo Buffy and make her see she was destined to be his. Ethan knew he'd also have to start making plans to divorce his wife and that would mean making a trip to L.A. to see an attorney friend of his to start the process.
"Remind me not to piss you off."
"Shut up Bobby, and do your job." Ethan's deadly tone said it all.
"Gotcha Boss," Bobby grunted as he settled in and knew to keep his mouth shut.
*******
Quentin stood staring out his hotel window. It was a spectacular view of the ocean with a long inviting beach. There were phone calls to make and arrangements to be made. He'd gotten the hospital to keep Angel's death quiet for now.
There was just too much to do with the added burden of wondering how to deal with Drusilla's involvement in all this as well.
"I guess the first person I should call is Spike."
Thinking the one person this would come back and haunt was the man that Angel and Dru had betrayed. He never held a grudge and in fact he liked Spike very much. If it had been him, he wasn't sure he could've handled the situation as well.
"I would've had my revenge."
Travers knew who would best be able to handle Spike. This mess they would have to handle with kid gloves. The last thing he wanted was any backlash coming from this to hurt anyone else. The sooner something came along to replace the bad news the better for everyone, including himself. He was just too old for this shit.
Picking up the phone Quentin took the bull by the horn. "Syd, ole chap, are you able to talk private?"
"Quen, I tried calling you earlier."
"I had my phone turned off while visiting Angel."
"I'm so sorry. Is he doing okay?" Travers could hear the true concern in his old friend's voice.
"I'm afraid Angel didn't make it."
"Damn! Is there anything I can do?"
"I think you will need to sit down for this one." Quentin warned him as he started to explain everything he knew.
*******
Spike helped with the cleaning up looking around for any sign of an apron. If he could't find one, then he'd have to make sure to put it on the list when he want shopping tomorrow. He just hoped he found one that wouldn't be too frilly and girly.
"William, are you looking for something in particular?"
"Well pet, I was wondering do you own an apron?" Spike asked with a wag of his eyebrows.
"No need for one since I don't cook."
"Might have to remedy that." Spike smirked.
"Why would you be interested in an apron?" Buffy asked with a puzzled expression.
"Now, the answer to that question would spoil the surprise." Spike seriously answered right before changing the subject. "How about you show me where we're sleeping tonight?"
Spike could tell Buffy wanted to question him more about the apron and how it fit with the surprise. He was sure she wouldn't let it slide and waited to see what she would do or say.
"Hope you can handle the color pink."
"Are you warning me that my manhood might be in jeopardy?" Spike teased.
"Oh, I'm afraid that's very much so." Buffy giggled.
"Just don't tell Wes. The pounce will never let me live it down."
"I'm afraid Willow might already have told him." Buffy warned as she took his hand and led him to the steps leading upstairs. "But I'm up to redecorating ideas. I'm even thinking we might take over my Mom's old room. There's more room and we can fix it up together."
"Then show me, my lady."
Buffy showed him to her room. She was nervous about bringing him there. There really hadn't been much work done to it from when she was a teenager. The posters from her teenage years were down, replaced with pictures of different pieces of modern art from her mother's collection.
"I'll make room for your things until we get the master bedroom redone."
"Not a problem, kitten." Spike nodded as he could see Buffy's touch all over the room.
The soft pink walls weren't so bad. It gave the room a soft touch that gave you a sense of calm. The bed wasn't very big, couldn't be more then a full size. He'd make sure they got a king size for the other room.
There needed to be plenty of room for him to make love and be able to move in and out easily so not to wake her. There were nights he wouldn't get to bed until late either from late shoots, or up studying his lines.
"So, I hope it doesn't like…attack your maleness?"
"Not one bit, kitten."
Buffy sighed when she felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her close. The warm feel of his body against hers felt wonderful and made his being here more real. She found it funny that William was the first male figure, other than her father, to enter her room. Not only that, this soon will be their room until they fixed up the master bed room.
"I love how we fit together." Spike whispered in her ear, giving her chills of the good kind.
"Me too." She agreed as they gently rocked side to side just enjoying the moment.
"I want us to keep the house."
"Why?" Buffy asked.
"I want us to have a home we can call ours. A safe haven where we can hide and no one will bother us."
"And in L.A.?" Buffy asked as she leaned back, laying her head against his chest while looking up at him.
"It will be a place to eat and sleep when we have to be there because of work." Spike sighed leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I want this to be our home, our place to be whenever we don't have to be around the rat race."
"I would love that. We can come up every weekend."
"We'll have to get cable, luv. I can't be without my sport channel. Especially when it's time for the World Cup."
"I will leave the entertainment part up to you." Buffy then looked at him and shook her finger as him as she said, "no TV in the bedroom."
"Don't need the tele there, luv. I have other recreational plans for that room, and most of it requires two players."
"Most? Only Two?"
"There can be a time or two when a few single games can be mastered."
Buffy blushed when she finally figured out what he meant. It never occurred to her Spike would mention or imply there would be any masturbation.
"Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of personal pleasure, luv." Spike chuckled. "I mean while we're here, you'll be at work most of the day. I'll be missing you and need to vent some of my frustrations."
"I so didn't need to hear that." Buffy giggled. "TMI!"
"Why don't you give me a full tour?"
"Not sure I want to leave this room just now." Buffy suggested coyly as she wiggled her ass against his groin.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me?" Spike pretended to be shocked.
"Of course not, I'm trying to give you the advantage." Buffy replied as she playfully rolled her eyes.
"You vixen."
Buffy groaned when her lover's hands cupped her breasts while running his fingers over both nipples.
"See how your nipples get so hard for me." Spike continued to flick the hardened nubs, enjoying the whimpers coming from Buffy.
"Will?"
"Yeah, kitten."
"Only you." She moaned.
"I know." Spike's purred as he leaned down to kiss his way up her neck.
The feel of his cock hardening against her felt so good. Buffy felt her own response in her nether regions.
"Need to feel your touch."
"Where baby?" Spike asked before tugging on her earlobe gently with his teeth.
"You know where."
"Tell me, Buffy."
"I can't." She whimpered as her need for him grew.
"Yes you can, kitten. Naughty talk is okay. I swear." Spike whispered into her ear as he changed to softly tracing around her erect nipples.
"Skin, touch my skin. My breasts." She begged.
"I love touching your tits baby. So soft until I get you all horny."
"Now, touch them now." Buffy pleaded as she pushed back against his hardened shaft.
Buffy gasped when one of his hands buried itself up under her shirt. She was thankful she had worn a bra when his fingers started working their magic upon her right breast.
"Do you know where I love to touch you?" Spike asked while grinding against her lovely arse.
"No, tell me."
"Your sweet, wet, tight, pussy." He told her as his other hand slipped into her panties.
"Will, I want you so bad it hurts."
"Then let's take care of that. I don't like it when my kitten is hurting."
The one hand squeezed her breast firmly pinching her nipple. While the other hand, found her swollen clit and began to rub it slow and easy to start with. The sweet torture was making her writhe around, trying to control her pleasure.
Spike was in heaven as he worked his magic. This moment was for his girl right now. The faster he rubbed the wetter she became. The more he played with her body the more she begged for him to finish it.
Buffy was close, he could feel it. He wanted her to cum with just his touch and voice.
"My sweet Buffy. You've got my fingers so wet with your juices. Cum for me baby."
His cock was so hard he was sure when he found his own release it was going to hurt like hell, but in a good way. He could smell her arousal and it fed his need to make her scream.
"Scream for me baby. God I can't wait to taste you after. Lick that cunny clean and then fuck you so hard." Spike begged as he pumped her pussy with his fingers and pressed on her clit with his thumb.
"Will." He heard her whimper and thus commanded her. "Now Buffy, do it now, cum for me baby."
Buffy couldn't hold back as her body shook and clamped down on his fingers. She could barely hear William saying something to her.
"Yeah, kitten. Give it to me, baby."
Next thing Buffy knew she was lying on her back across the bed. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that a man could make her feel so good and bring her to such an intense orgasm, with only his fingers and voice.
In her post haze, she barely felt Spike remove her clothes. The feel of his tongue, licking and thrusting up inside her brought her back to reality, but in a good way.
"Yes, Will. Eat me." Buffy begged, yet she couldn't believe she was saying it. "There, right there."
She wasn't sure if it was the naughty talk or just how much she wanted him to orally satisfy her that caused her to grab his hair. The fact she was acting all wanton and grinding against his face didn't phase her right now.
So close, she was so close when he suddenly pulled away from her. She could see how wet his face was from her spendings. Before she could complain he quickly unfastened his jeans.
"Fuck me, Will." Buffy begged as she opened her arms and legs to her lover.
"I will, baby."
Buffy gave him complete control. She needed this even if she wasn't sure exactly what it was she was needing so badly right now.
Their eyes met when the tip of his leaking hard shaft connected with her wet, slick opening. She read the question of 'if she was ready' in his eyes and nodded her consent.
His thrust was straight and true and caught her by surprise. The mixture of pleasure and pain was unlike anything she ever felt before. All she knew was if he stopped now she'd kill him with her bare hands.
When he placed her legs over his shoulders she felt the tip of his cock go deeper than it ever had before. She was sure the head of his penis was hitting up against her cervix and it was so intense Buffy felt like she was loosing all control.
His eyes never left hers. It was like the ability to blink was erased. She whimpered when he pulled completely out with her hips following him.
"No!" Buffy cried out.
"Not stopping." Spike grunted.
Again she gasped and moaned when he thrust back inside. Buffy couldn't help but cry out, making Spike stop for a moment.
"Are you okay?" He managed to ask through the panting.
"Stop and die." Buffy growled as she quickly removed his tee shirt while given the chance.
Spike felt like his dick was on fire as he did as his lady commanded of him. Her expression of intense pleasure urged him on. This was something he never felt before as he continued to fuck her hard. Never had he felt so intense and not afraid to lose control because he knew his Buffy would be there to catch him, just like he'd be there for her.
He felt it when she found her release. Her pussy clamped down so hard on his cock it hurt so good he was sure he died from the pleasure. The feel of her nails digging in to his shoulders pushed him over the edge as he came hard.
Neither of them could catch their breath let alone talk. Spike found he couldn't pull out even if he was crushing her with his weight. Buffy was under him with the most satisfied smile on her face that he couldn't help but develop a bit of manly pride.
"Nap."
"What baby?"
"Need a nap." Buffy sighed, as she played with the hair at the nap of his neck. "but I have no energy to move."
Spike took a deep breath knowing he couldn't ignore her request. Right now if she asked he would go out and kill the dragon and even if he knew he'd never make it out alive, he would.
"Miss you." He managed to say when he broke their intimate connection so he could turn down the bed.
By the time he got the bed ready and joined his love under the covers she was asleep. It didn't bother him in the least, 'cause even in her sleep she closed the gap between them when he lay beside her. Even in her sleep she sought him out and it was the last thing he thought about as he fell asleep.
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