Willow and Dawn had been talking for at least 45 minutes non-stop. Buffy had zoned out a long time ago, enjoying their mouths excitedly chatter while her mind blocked out the words. Her eyes travelled to the ring on her finger, silver with a small diamond set into it, simple but beautiful. Buffy ran her finger over it softly, Spike, noticing this action, draped an arm around her shoulder and gently pulled her into him. She settled her head onto his chest breathing in the comforting scent of worn leather and cigarettes.

"That okay with you Buffy?" Willow turned to her.

Buffy had no clue what they were on about. Without lifting her head from Spike's chest she muttered, "Yeah sure, sounds perfect."

"That's settled then! Wedding in two weeks!" Willow clapped her hands excitedly and her and Dawn ran from the room.

Buffy bolted upright. "Did she just say two weeks?"

"I think so." Spike chuckled.

"How am I gonna get everything done? What's gonna...how am I gonna...??" Buffy babbled worriedly.

Spike placed a hand on her back, rubbing her soothingly. "They said they'd sort out everything for us, luv. All you've gotta to is say yes, alright?"

"Oh...Okay." Buffy mumbled, of course she didn't want to be planning the wedding, that was a given, she was just surprised they'd so happily taken up the task.

"Now come on, pet. It's been a long day." Spike placed a kiss on her cheek and laced his fingers with hers, pulling her up from the couch.

Spike was right. It had been a long day. Buffy had kicked off her morning by training a little and then sparring with Spike. She'd killed 6 vamps and 2 demons on that night's patrol and then she got proposed to. As far as days went it was pretty damn busy.

That night while snuggled up next to Spike, however, none of that mattered. It didn't matter that where his hands pressed on her waist she was all bruised from the days slayage. It didn't matter that when she woke up in the morning she couldn't open the curtains and flood the room with light. It didn't matter that she was a Slayer and he was a vampire. For once in her life, she didn't want to be a normal girl.

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"Okay so let's finalise this list then." Buffy straightened up, reading from her yellow legal pad.

"Go ahead."

"Okay so, father of the bride goes to Giles, maid of honour is Dawn, bridesmaids are Willow and Faith." Buffy traced the words on the page with her biro.

"You sure you don't wanna include any of the old slayers?" Spike checked.

"Nah, wedding party's for family." Buffy smiled. "Speaking of which, your boys need to be chosen."

Spike groaned. "Do I really need groomsmen?"

"Well not loads, but you definitely need a best man." Buffy pointed out.

"Okay.." Spike thought for a moment then decided. "Angel."

"What?" Buffy spluttered. "You want Angel to be your best man?"

"Well yeah." Spike shrugged. "Like you said, it's for family. The whelp can be a groomsman."

"Okay, if you're sure." Buffy jotted down 'Best Man: Angel' and 'Groomsman: Xander'. "Oh how about Clem as a groomsman?"

"You sure your human family won't freak?"

"Nah, there's not gonna be loads there anyway." Buffy shrugged scrawling Clem's name next to Xander's.

"What's left?" Spike leant over Buffy's shoulder to read off of the notepad himself.

"Just the ushers."

"So who do you want?" Spike asked, absentmindedly running his fingers up Buffy's arm.

"I don't know...Andrew?"

"Bloody hell." Spike rolled his eyes.

"Well he'd probably cry if he found out you weren't putting him in the wedding." Buffy laughed.

"Fine." Spike huffed.

"Just one more."

"Illyria?" Spike offered his old friend up for the job.

"I don't know if she's the best person to be greeting guests." Buffy thought about the handful of interactions she'd had with the God which had not been exactly polite.

"Okay, fair point. Well who then?" Spike wondered.

"It won't be a big wedding anyway." Buffy shrugged, putting a period next to Andrew's name. "We don't need two."

"Are you sure?" Spike searched her face.

"Yeah." Buffy shrugged. "Andrew's pretty hands on, he'll get people to their seats."

"Yeah by talking their legs off of them." Spike rolled his eyes. "All done?"

"All done." Buffy grinned.

She slid her hand around the back of Spike's neck, pulling his face towards hers. Their lips met and Spike relished in the taste of Buffy's lipstick, it reminded him of Turkish delight, rose-scented she'd told him once. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she lowered them down horizontally onto the couch.

"Buffy?" Spike said between kisses.

"Uh huh." Buffy breathed running her hands down his back, one finger hooked on the belt loop of his jeans.

"We should probably stop."

"Why?" Buffy panted.

"'Cause the Scoobies are right outside the door and at the moment they aren't sure what we're doing. But you get loud, Slayer." Spike teased.

Buffy pushed Spike off of her and sat up straight. "Guys?" No movement.

"We know you're out there...my fiancée is a vampire!" She called.

Guiltily, Willow, Xander and Dawn ducked into the living room.

"We were so quiet though!" Willow protested.

"I could smell you."

"Ewwww..." Willow grimaced before curiosity got the better of her. "What do we smell like?"

Spike thought for a moment. "Well collectively you just smell like good guys, can't describe it really. But Red, you smell like coconut shampoo, mandrake root and magic." Willow grinned, pleased with that scent. "Little Bit, she smells like that pink lipgloss she likes, cocoa butter and something inherently Buffy-ish." Dawn laughed loudly. "And Harris? He smells like his aftershave, those old-fashioned ink comic books and...shoe polish."

"Shoe polish?" Xander questioned, offended.

"Hey don't shoot the messenger." Spike held up his hands.

"We wanted to see where we were in the wedding party." Dawn admitted, bringing the conversation back on track.

"Well, we've decided." Buffy tossed Dawn the notebook.

Willow and Dawn squealed in happiness and Xander said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased I'm a groomsman, but you picked Overbite as your best man instead of me?"

"Sorry, mate. It's a grandsire dealio." Spike shrugged.

"Well, I guess we should make some calls." Buffy decided.

"I called Giles earlier today, just invited him, don't worry I figured you'd wanna break the news. He should be arriving sometime tomorrow, you can handle Angel and Faith."

"Okay, sounds good." Buffy nodded.

"And don't forget! It's dress shopping tomorrow!" Dawn reminded the couple.

"What? What am I shopping for?" Spike scowled.

"A tux. You can go with the guys tomorrow. Andrew's already on board."

"Joy." Spike smiled sarcastically.