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Summary: Buffy Summers realizes she has feelings for Anya but she is getting married to Xander in the morning! What will happen when Buffy gives Anya a present she didn't expect? Buffy/Anya Pairing – Mature Content Warning – Same Sex Paring

Warning: Mature readers only please. This FanFic contains sexual content and same sex pairings. If this isn't your kind of thing, please, do not read or leave cruel reviews. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Note: I have always enjoyed reading other peoples FanFiction more than writing my own, but to be very honest, there just isn't enough Buffy/Anya action going around. Thus! This is my very crappy attempt to write something someone might enjoy.

Thanks for reading

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Wedding Rush

Part One

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Looking at Anya in her wedding dress made Buffy's insides turn with jealousy.

She watched as the blonde turned about checking her reflection in the mirror in front of her, a huge smile on her face, as she danced around. Anya loved the dress she had picked out and she looked good—no, she looked beautiful. The dress hugged to Anya's lush hips and perfectly round bottom. Not to mention the way it pulled her breasts together ever so slightly giving her a perfect amount of cleavage without making her look slutty, not that slutty was a bad thing in Buffy's option. Buffy blushed at her thoughts.

The dress looked good too! An off-white, sleeveless dress- diamonds perfectly placed all the way down to the flare of fabric at the bottom. It looked older but still very modern and Anya was the perfect bride for it.

Bride. Just thinking the word Buffy could feel her heart being torn apart.

"Do you think Xander will like it?" Anya asked worriedly. "Oh I hope Xander likes it.. Buffy! Do you like it? Not too much? Maybe it's too much! I knew I should have picked the normal looking one! I mean it was dull bu-"

"Anya!" The blonde turned around to face Buffy, she looked so cute with that worried expression on her face, and Buffy couldn't help but smile. "You look beautiful. Not too much and not at all dull. If Xander doesn't like it then he's crazy."

Anya's eyes lit up at Buffy's words. She loved it when Buffy praised her then Xander did it, she felt like a child being scolded by a parent, but when Buffy spoke those words of kindness Anya felt like it was coming from a lover. It made her feel calm-reassured-safe… She felt completed.

Faking her attention to the mirror, Anya turned around again, carefully watching Buffy's reaction from the corner of her eye. As soon as Buffy thought Anya wasn't watching her she let her smile fall and watched the brown eyed goddess continue to turn about.

Anya watched as Buffy's smile vanished and her heart sank to her feet. What was making Buffy so upset? Anya panicked for a second, her stomach do those little flippy things like when she was nervous, and turned back to face Buffy- whose smile returned very smoothly to her face.

Her smile did not reach her blue-green eyes.

"Buffy umm.." Anya eyed the tiny blonde. "Never mind", she muttered and sighed.

"Anya is something wrong?" Buffy asked truly concerned. Anya could hear the pain in her voice. Was it there before?

"Well not really. I just-" Buffy's smile hurt her. "I'm done. That's all! I'm done looking at myself in the mirror." Anya moved to get off the stage in a hurry, almost tripping in the process, and stopped. "Could you help me down? I don't want to fall on my face and fall on my dace. God knows Id get a black eye and-" Her rant continued until she heard Buffy giggle.

"Yeah here. You're so cute sometimes." Buffy held out her hand to Anya, who noticed her murky eyes were sparkling with laughter, and smiled back.

Walking slowly down the steps, not watching where she was stepping because she was too busy locking eyes with sunny blonde, Anya tripped on the last step and closed her eyes anticipating the pain of her body hitting the floor but when it didn't come Anya opened her eyes and felt the blood rush to her face.

Buffy had her wrapped up in her arms, touching her ever so slightly, but just enough that she could feel the resting closeness to her soft breasts against her body and Anya relaxed.

Nether of them moved for what seemed a long time, just stared at each other, both knowing what they wanted from the other. Buffy leaned in slowly, eyes moving from Anya's lips and then back to her hazel eyes, as if asking permission.

The answer is yes Slayer, Anya thought to herself, and closed her eyes…When someone cleared their throat in the room and the two girls jumped apart.

Anya looked down too embarrassed to face anyone's stare. Buffy on the other hand looked up to who had interrupted them, eyes focusing into a glare, when she saw the owner of the store looking at them with a very discussed expression on her snobby face. What a bitch, Buffy thought.

Forcing her eyes on Anya, the owner addressed her with a cool tone. "Did you find a dress to your liking yet, Mrs. Harris?"

Mrs. Harris. Buffy's heart panged.

The two blondes looked at each other quickly and seeing the distress in each others eyes they both turned away from each other. "Yes", Anya spoke very quietly to the owner, "yes I like this one very much."

The owner sounded pleased, "Then shall I ring and wrap it up for you, Mrs. Harris?"

"Anya." The owner's eyes widened. "My name is Anya."

"My apologies, Mrs- I mean Anya. I didn't mean…"

"I'm sure you didn't. I'm going to change now, your making me uncomfortable." And with that she hurried off to the dressing rooms, head down, and eyes watering.

Buffy couldn't move. The ache in her body was unbearable. She turned to the owner, who still stood there seeming very upset at the current events, and spoke in a hash but small voice, "You need to leave now."

The owner turned to Buffy with a foul stare. "I said" Buffy said a little louder, "you need to leave!" And with an 'Hmp' the owner turned on her heel and marched away.

Not sure of what to do then Buffy sat down on the couch facing the stage and put her head in her hands. What have I done? She thought. Anya must hate me now. God Buffy how could you be so stupid!? Looking up into the mirror Buffy stared at her reflection in outrage. What am I doing just sitting here when Anya is probably more upset!? And with that Buffy stood up and walked towards the dressing rooms.

"Anya?" Buffy spoke in a meek regretful voice.

She heard a sigh from one of the stalls and stuttered. She doesn't want you. As a friend or in any other way.

"Thank God it's you, Buffy, and not that tarty owner. Could you come in here and help me with my dress? I can't undo these buttons and its driving me up the wall." Anya sighed again.

She was lying of course, a thing that Anya was never good at, with always speaking her mind and all, but how else could she get Buffy in here without scaring her away?

"Umm sure but what stall are you-" Before she finished the second to last stall opened slowly, beckoning Buffy to it, and she couldn't refuse.

Buffy and Anya's hearts pounded together and nether of them knew how much the other wanted them. When Buffy reached the door she stopped and took in all of Anya, not knowing Anya was doing the same.

Anya's cheeks burned under her fair skin- and her body pulsed for the women in front of her. Buffy skin seemed to be glowing. She always seemed to glow- mostly for the wrong people- like Riley. Anya hadn't liked him at all, but Buffy didn't seem to mind getting all sweaty with him.

And Anya had Xander… She loved Xander! He had those big upper arms, quirky smiles, and hard body. A hard… I mean he had all the things Buffy didn't.

Buffy was a girl, a beautiful, soft, delicious enough to eat looking girl. With supple round breasts.. and…

Buffy couldn't help but notice a lustful look in Anya's eyes and did the first impulsive thing that leaped through her.

She moved towards her with Slayer speed and griping Anya's face in both hands kissed the other blonde softly. Buffy had all but dreamed this girls lips could be so delicate. If she hadn't felt the fire in core flare up she could have sworn she wasn't even touching her.

Then Buffy moved away looking at Anya closely.

Anya had never felt anything like Buffy's lips before in her thousand years of being a vengeance demon. They were like liquid fire, and even if they had only touched her lips, she felt it all over her body.

And it had ended all too soon.

"Why'd you stop!?" Anya almost yelled, and noticing this she quieted her voice. "Your confusing me with all this staring and almost kissing and how am I supposed to deal with this!? I'm so frustrated! I mean you're all hot and soft and I just want-"

Then their bodies were pressed together. Anya's arms looped around Buffy's neck pulling them closer and crushing her lips against Buffy's.

Buffy's hand moved down the dress trying to find a way to take it off and stopped when she remembered those damn buttons.

Unwrapping herself from Anya she move behind her moving Anya's hair over her shoulder to indo her buttons trailing light kisses down her neck as she moved lower. Anya shuddered feeling the Buffy's lips against her exposed skin. It seemed like she was hitting very nerve in Anya's body.

"Buffy.."

Buffy smiled at the sound of her name and undid the last button. She slipped her hands in the dress and wrapped her arms around Anya's waist bring her lips to the middle of her neck. Stopping there she began to suck and nip lightly.

Carefully Buffy pulled the dress away from Anya's body and pulled her onto Buffy's lap. Continuing to kiss Anya's neck she scooped up Anya's right breast and started to play with it earning her a low moan from her partner's lips.

Anya's body was going crazy! She wanted Buffy now and here the Slayer was teasing her. Moving her body around to face the Slayer Anya pushed up against the slayers chest feeling her.. clothes? That wasn't right. Why was she the only one naked here?

"Take off your clothes now, please." Buffy just laughed and moved her mouth to Anya's chest and moving south tilting Anya back slowly to the floor.

Once Anya was laying down in front of the Slayer, Buffy grabbed the sides of Anya's red soaking wet lace panties and pulled them down at snail speed, enjoying every noise and face Anya made along the way.

"Need me that bad, huh?" Buffy grinned when Anya just moaned and nodded, her eyes closed. "Why don't you open those eyes for me and then I can get you started." Buffy pulled away from Anya and waited.

Anya felt Buffy move away from her and her eyes snapped open searching for Buffy, and then she found her smiling her little heart away down at Anya. Anya's face got hotter and sat up, much to the Slayers surprise, and grabbed onto Buffy's shirt pulling it up and over her head before Buffy could stop her.

She locked lips with the other blonde and pulled her to the floor with her skin touching, breasts rubbing against each other, and Buffy's hand traveling down into Anya's sex.

Anya gasp in pleasure as Buffy's hand moved under her, softly touching her clit teasingly. "Oh Buffy I need you so bad." The Slayer chuckled running her finger over Anya's opening, and as she did, Anya arched her back towards Buffy.

Buffy pulled her hand away, with a protest moan from Anya, and licked her fingers. "Hmm you taste so good Anyanka, like peaches." And kissed Anya passionately making sure she could taste herself, and she did.

Kissing her way down Anya's body Buffy thought it was time to let Anya have it. Or soon anyways. She could cum just by touching the blonde goddess, just hearing her moan Buffy's name was more then she could have wished for.

Her lips came down to Anya's soft curls and Anya clenched her knees together. Buffy laughed again and raised her head to look at her partner. Anya was looking at her, biting her lip and shaking her head, "Buffy…" and she understood. She was scared.

"It's okay, baby, I got you. You have nothing to worry about." She looked at Anya with hopeful eyes and Anya nodded letting the tension in her legs go.

Gently Buffy opened Anya's legs and softly kissed her mound.

Anya bit her lip harder.

Buffy kissed her way through the wet mess Anya had created for herself. She smelled so good it made Buffy wetter. She lowered her lips onto the other woman's clit and licked it gently. Anya moved her hips up trying to get closer to Buffy's lips but the Slayer just pulled away and chuckled again. "You're in a hurry."

Anya sighed and lowered herself to the floor again.

Again Buffy lowered herself watching Anya watch her and at the touch of Buffy tongue in her Anya muffled a scream.

The Slayer sucked in Anya's juices and slowly massaged Anya's inner walls with her tongue. She could feel Anya clench against her. The blonde on the floor moved her hips trying to make more contact with Buffy's mouth then she had, which at this point would have been impossible, but she had to try.

Then she felt it and moaned the Slayers name again and again, when Buffy pulled away from Anya and her tongue was replaced with her fingers, and her lips moved to Anya's stomach.

Buffy's fingers were like magic moving in all the right spaces. How can she do that while she's kissing me? Oh.. Oh God…

Buffy could feel Anya's body tighten and relax, she was almost there. Anya thrusted her hips harder against Buffy and screamed out with pleasure.

Buffy didn't stop until the shocks died down and Anya had relaxed on the floor. Then she pulled her finger out and laid down next to Anya, who turned and wrapped herself around Buffy. "Buffy…" she breathed "That was… Wow." Buffy smiled and kissed the top of Anya's head.

"I'm glad you like that." And smiled.

Then Anya realized that Buffy didn't.. And started to get up, but Buffy stopped her, kissing her fiercely and shaking her head. "No baby don't worry about me. We should probably go now." She made a small smile and grabbed her shirt pulling it over head.

"BUT-" Anya stopped to put her clothes back on slowly. "That's not fair!"

Buffy laughed. "Think of it as a wedding present." She looked away blinking back tears.

Anya's heart stopped. Wedding? Oh my God. "Buffy, no, please don't do this to me." Buffy turned back to her tears running down her face.

"I'm so sorry Anya." And Anya couldn't help herself, she pulled Buffy to her and kissed her softly.

"We will think of something, Buffy, its okay." She held onto the blonde with all her strength. "But for now we need to go, right? How's dinner sound?"

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