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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: This will be the end of my Buffy/Anya FanFic. I hope those of you who have read it liked it. There aren't that many of these floating around and really that's what pushed me to write it. I tried to get the characters right, but honestly, who can do that? The characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer are unique and very hard (in my opinion) to copy, although I have read a few FanFic's that do them perfectly, but sorry folks I'm sad to say I am not one of them.

PLEASE ENJOY!

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Wedding Rush

Part Two – The End

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Buffy lay in her bed, the uncept thoughts swirling around in her head, unable to will herself to move on.

The events of the previous day made her wish there was a hope for her but she knew there was none. Anya would marry Xander today, that was that, and Buffy would let be. Buffy would do the one thing a Slayer should never do: Give up.

Yesterday had not ended well.

Anya had been grief stricken with what had just happened and they both were more than embarrassed when exiting the store because the store manager had given them both a discussed look.

They didn't say a word to each other the rest of the day. They hadn't really needed to. Both of the blonds knew that what they had done had to stay a secret, it could never happen again, even if they both had wanted it.

Anya dropped Buffy off at home. And at that point Buffy did the only thing she could: pay pointless bills, clean up the house for tomorrow, make Dawn dinner, and then when she couldn't take it anymore Buffy went to bed - crying.

Buffy sighed and got up walking to the bathroom. The person in the mirror looked like her – a her with big puffy eyes and a red nose. Sighing again, heavier this time, she walked to the shower turning it on and getting in – clothes and all.

This is going to be a long day.

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Anya awoke to the animal like snoring that emitted itself from Xander's throat. He lay on his back, mouth open, next to her like a giant log.

Never had Anya ever been so annoyed with Xander's mannerisms than today. How cold she want this thing over Buffy?

The answer was simple and it scared her. She didn't want him over Buffy. But it was too late now.

In just a few hours she would be Mrs. Harris! She'd have the security of never being alone, of never being unloved; she'd have that someone forever.

But did that someone have to be Xander?

You already said yes Anya, there's no turning back now.

She sighed and moved away for Xander's side, he grunted but didn't wake up, as she moved to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror Anya saw a girl who wasn't happy like she should be. The more she looked at herself, the more Anya wanted to cry, but she wasn't allowed to at this point. She had made her choice.

She would put her love for Buffy aside and make room for Xander Harris – the man who would soon be her husband.

For better or for worse.

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This dress is horrible, Buffy thought as she turned in the mirror. She may love Anya, but couldn't understand why she would pick such a horrible looking dress for all her bridesmaids to wear.

All green, with sleeves that mocked its wearer, this dress did nothing but make Buffy feel like a clown. Closing her eyes and taking a deep – DEEP breath Buffy let the embarrassment pass. Wear it for Anya, It'll make her happy! At least it better make her happy.

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The whole morning passed in blur for everyone.

Xander was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep the two families from killing each other. While Anya worried about the wedding – and about seeing Buffy. Not worried so much as excited.

But Buffy never went to see Anya.

She kept herself busy by talking to the families and helping people, who may or may not, have needed it.

Taking presents to the table, getting people signed in, anything really to keep Buffy's mind from thinking about the bride.

It was only when Willow asked her to, that Buffy went into the back of the church to see Anya. And even then she almost passed the job onto Dawnie or Tara.

In the dressing room Anya stood in front of a full body mirror. Just like the day before. And just like the day before Buffy couldn't help but 'notice' the sleeveless, diamond simmering dress.

Or the girl in it.

That wedding dress did everything in its power to make Anya look sexy. It clung to her hips and slid over her ass like it had been made around it. The front pushed her breasts together in attempt to make them bigger, not that she needed it, of course – but it did. Honestly if that dress had been a person, it was defiantly having sex with her, and suddenly Buffy wanted to that dress.

She looked as beautiful as yesterday – No, she looks better, Buffy thought to herself. Except there was something missing to it that had been there yesterday.

When Buffy figured it out her stomach dropped. Her smile was gone.

"Anya," the bride turned to the sound of Buffy's voice and instantly her heartbeat quickened and a smile spread over her features. FINALLY, Anya thought. "You look beautiful," Buffy breathed, seeing Anya's face light up.

"Thank you," she said squealed then controlling her self, not wanting to give away her thoughts, and she turned back the mirror in a calmer tone. "Would you help me button it up?" She asked quietly.

Buffy's eyebrows shot up. I can help you unbutton it; she thought to herself and grinned. "Yeah I can do that."

She moved to Anya's back and brushed over her skin ever so slightly making the tiny bride shiver with pleasure, How could this girl effect her so much that one touch made her want to get naked? Anya thought, until she came to the first button, doing it up.

Buffy knew she was pushing her limits, but kept on going, trying desperately to ignore the pulsing of a certain part of her body.

One by one Buffy did up Anya's buttons, making sure to touch her just enough to seem teasing, until the job was done and Buffy's hands reluctantly dropped away.

Taking a breath, Anya exhaled rather loudly, and turned to Buffy sporting a fake frown. "My hair," she whined. "My hair is messy, isn't it? Would you help me redo it?"

Buffy smiled- she knew Anya's game now – and happily played.

"Of course I can." And stood be hide Anya as she sat down in front of the vanity. Pulling the clip from her hair Anya shook her head back and forth until her hair draped around her shoulders. Both hearts racing Buffy ran her fingers through it. Soft, so soft just like her-

"Do whatever you'd like to it," the bride mumbled, a blush playing across her cheeks.

Buffy could take a hint. As slowly as she did the buttons Buffy played with Anya's hair running her hands through it over and over, and with every chance she got, she touched her. A brush down the neck, across the ear, it didn't matter.

The skin to skin contact seemed like all they needed at the moment. But as time dragged on their needs grew. And finally Buffy, knowing this couldn't go on forever, finished her hair and moved shiftily away from the other girl.

"B-Buffy," Anya sputtered. "Buffy I don't know if I can do this."

The other blond looked away from her and in a strained -hard voice said, "You have to."

Anya's self control snapped. "But I don't WANT to, Buffy!" She wailed. "I can't get married to Xander! I just can't. Not after yesterday, not after all this, I can't pretend to want him anymore…" She looked at Buffy for any reasoning, for the words she needed to hear so she could just go though with this wedding like she had planned. She needed to think that this was the right choice and that Buffy thought so too.

But somewhere in the back of head she knew this, right here with her and Buffy, was the right choice. Anya's body told her that – but her guilt told her she was wrong.

And Buffy felt the same.

Buffy couldn't make herself urge Anya to marry Xander. She was selfish for it, she knew that, but she also knew Anya didn't really want to hear those words. She needed anther kind – the kind of words that would give her reason to stay with Buffy.

Buffy sucked in a breath and opened her mouth to tell the blond what she really thought about all this, three little words would be all it took, when Willow bust through the door.

"XANDERS GONE!" She yelled. "I can't find him anywhere! He just up and left without saying a word! I mean I saw him, and he looked all nervous, but I thought he was just… well you know! Nervous for the wedding! And now, NOW he's gone." She looked up from her pacing and rambling to the two blonds wide eyed.

Xander was gone?! He's gone then that means… Anya's mind raced.

"We have to find him." Anya's head snapped around to the voice of reason, it came from Buffy. "Willow go look for him, call his cell, we'll find him." Willow nodded and left in a hurry.

"We have to find him!?" Anya hissed. She couldn't believe her ears.

"Yes," Buffy said in a whisper. "We have to find him, find out why he left, I… what if he left because he found out?"

Anya thought about that. And then decided she didn't really care. As much as she loved Xander if he left then it wouldn't solve all of Anya's problems? If he broke it off with her, then she could have Buffy.

"So?" Anya lifted an eyebrow.

"'So!?' Anya, please, you cannot let it end like this!" Buffy's eyes spilled over in tears and she crumpled to the ground. "You cannot do this, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have… I should have just kept my feelings to myself."

"Buffy it's not your fault." Anya cooed, rubbing her back slowly. "They weren't just your feelings alone."

Arms wrapped around Buffy and she turned into them, burrowing her face in the crook of Anya's neck, and cried. Together they stayed, holding each other, even after the Slayer had stopped crying. Burning for each other until at last, they pulled apart against all better judgment and will, to look for the missing groom.

Walking out of the dressing room, they came into the chaos that was the two families, and almost turned around to avoid it. The only thing that stopped them was the site of a very wet Xander talking to a frantic Willow.

Slowly they walked up to them – making sure they never once touched – but very aware of one anther. Both Xander and Willow turned to look at them as they approached, Willow seemed sad and understanding, but Xander looked down right guilty.

Willow, taking one last look at Xander, walked away grapping Buffy's arm to pull her with her and whispers to Anya, "I'm so sorry."

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Anya watches as Willow and Buffy walk away, suddenly more nervous than before, and turns to Xander - who doesn't meet her eyes.

"Xander what is this? Why did Willow just say that to me?" She questioned.

Xander, now looking like he was going to puke, looks up at Anya and swallows – loudly.

"Anya -" he pauses and looks away again. "I can't marry you." Anya hides the happiness that is overfilling her and tries to look more hurt than she is.

"Why?" She demanded.

He finally looks at her, pained. "I met someone," he states simply, shrugging. "And being with her is like… I can't even explain it, Anya. Like nothing you and I had." He looks at her pleadingly, "You have to understand, I just can't marry you, not when I feel this way. I'd be cheating you out of what you deserve."

Anya's smile breaks through. "As crazy as it sounds, Xander, I know exactly what you mean." Xander looks confused and Anya just laughs instead of explaining. "But you," she says pointing a finger at him, "have to break the news to all those people in there." They both turn to their two families fighting one anther, and both burst out laughing.

"I really am sorry, Anya." Xander says as they walk towards the battle field.

"Don't be." She shrugs. "I think, Xander Harris, you just saved us both." A smile blooms on his face.

"I'm the hero?" He laughs. Anya just gives him a nod, then wave's good bye, and goes to find the Slayer.

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In bed the two blonds stay intertwined, both sweating from earlier activities, sticking to each other in a passionate ecstasy.

Anya settles herself as close to her partner as their bodies will allow and wraps herself completely around the other girl while Buffy plays with Anya's hair, twirling it in her fingers, as she places light kisses upon the other blonds head.

"I can't believe we just did that." Buffy whispers.

Anya laughs silently, but Buffy could feel it all over her body, and starts to laugh too. "I can't either, but I'm glad we did! I haven't had orgasms like that in… well, I can't even remember!" She exclaims looking up at Buffy and gives her a little kiss on the mouth.

When she pulls back, Buffy stares at her as if she is debating over something, and Anya stares back in curiosity.

"I love you, Anyanka."

Those words flare up Anya's insides and their hunger for each other consumes them, again. Anya pulls up and kisses Buffy furiously and violently, rubbing against her in a never ending heat, never ending until the Slayer puts it out.

"I love you too."

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Well that's it! I hope I ended it well, I didn't think it was that corny but I'd like to know what you guys think! Please, please, please leave reviews! And thanks for reading!

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