Hi everyone. I know this is a short one, but after it there's a short time jump so I thought it would be better to just end this one here. I hope you guys enjoy this one. I know a few of you weren't too thrilled with the last one. I admit that was mostly filler. I think this one is better. Either way, let me know what you think. Even your more negative reviews keep me on track!

Ch. 4

"I've only known Fred and Wesley for a few months," Buffy began her toast and Angel smiled from his place next to her at the wedding party's table. "The first time I met them it was obvious they had known each other their whole lives. I remember Wes ordered Fred's drink because she couldn't decide what to have. And of course she loved it because Wes knew what she liked," she said and Wesley reached for his new bride's hand. "It's incredible to see them together every day. They complement each other so well whether they're just picking a movie to watch or choosing baby names," she said and the guests all smiled. "They're wonderful together and I can only hope everyone in this room experiences the love that these two share. To the bride and groom," Buffy finished and everyone took a sip of champagne and Buffy sat down.

She glanced over at Angel and he squeezed her hand. He knew she'd been nervous. She grinned as he stood up. She'd insisted on giving her toast before Angel's no matter what the rest of the wedding party wanted because she knew his would be elegant and sweet. She'd never top his.

"I don't know what I can say to sum up Fred and Wes finally getting married except it's about damn time," Angel grinned and all the guests laughed loudly. "We've all joked that you two have acted like you were married since the seventh grade so this was really just an excuse to throw a party!" he chuckled and he saw Fred blush. She hated being the center of attention. For a moment he pictured himself giving a toast at Cordelia's wedding and he knew she would enjoy the attention a lot more.

"All of us that used to hang out as kids are all paired off now. We've really grown up, huh guys?" he asked and Doyle raised his glass with a loud 'here, here.' "A lot has changed. Some of us have lost people," he said somberly and since most of the guests had been close with this whole group for years, they all knew who Angel was talking about. "Some of us lost ourselves for a while along the way. But through it all, there was one thing I was sure of. One constant for all of us," he said and his eyes locked on Fred and Wesley. "You two. You two were always going to end up together," Angel said definitively. "I can still see a sixteen year old Fred crying on the couch in my house because Wes still hadn't gotten the nerve to ask her out," he revealed and the crowd laughed again. "Now here we are, nearly a decade later, and my only words of advice for you Wesley, are don't make her cry. Because if you do I will have to kill you," he joked yet everyone knew the sentiment behind the words was sincere. "To Fred and Wes!" he exclaimed and everyone toasted the bride and groom one more time.

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"Come on Angel. You promised!" Buffy whined as she scooted her chair closer to Angel's. Many of the couples were already on the dance floor and Buffy was dying to join them.

"I told you I'd dance to slow songs," he reminded her and she pouted. Reaching for her wine glass she frowned when she saw it was empty.

"Will you go get me another wine?" she asked him sweetly. "And while you're there, get yourself something very, very strong so you're more easily convinced," she said and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. He could taste the wine on her lips and what he intended to be a short peck turned into a full on kiss. One of his hands slipped around her back and he reveled in the feeling of her curves under that dress. It wasn't particularly low cut, but when he got close he could see enough of her breasts to drive him insane. And it wasn't that tight either, but when she moved a certain way it would ride up her thigh just enough. It was the kind of dress that was classy, but for someone that got as close as Angel there were certain…perks he could enjoy that others didn't notice.

"You two should be careful. You don't want to steal the show," they heard and Angel quickly broke the kiss to find his mom had rolled her wheel chair up behind them. She was sitting there with a pleased smirk on her face and he could feel his cheeks turning red.

"Hi Victoria," Buffy greeted cheerfully and Angel winced.

"I'm just going to go get that wine," he murmured before heading off towards the bar. If he hadn't needed a drink before this, he sure did now.

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"If you don't dance with me I'm going to go ask Fred if I can borrow Wesley," Buffy smiled as she cuddled up to Angel in the corner of the room. She'd had quite a few glasses of wine and he'd started to catch up to her.

"No," he said as he pulled her closer.

"No you won't dance with me or no I can't go ask Wesley?" she asked and Angel leaned against the wall behind them.

"Both," he answered. "Just-"

"Ooooh a slow song just started!" she squealed and she grabbed his hand and literally pulled him to the dance floor. "You promised Angel!"

"Fine," he grumbled as he pulled her body against his. Wrapping one hand around her waist he slid his free hand into hers and she smiled.

"See? This isn't so bad," she grinned and Angel fought back the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips. "Aren't you having fun?"

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?" he asked dodging her question.

"About a million times," she giggled pressing the length of her body against his. "And you look like a god in this tux," she whispered. "Do you think you could wear this to bed every night?" she asked only half joking.

"Only if you wear your wedding dress every night," he countered with a laugh.

"If I wore it every night you would totally rip it," she pointed out and he shrugged.

"Just make sure there aren't too many buttons."

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"You really think this is a good idea?" Buffy asked from her seat atop Angel's lap.

"What?" Angel asked innocently as he fed her another piece of cake.

"Me sitting on your lap in a very public place when we're both very drunk," she giggled when he grinned.

"I think you sitting on my lap is always a good idea," he replied leaning in to lick a bit of frosting off the corner of her mouth. "I see nothing wrong with this," he assured her even as his free hand began to wander a little too low on her back. And then a little too high on her thigh.

"Nothing?" Buffy raised her eyebrow as she purposely shifted on his lap. Angel bit back a groan at her movements.

"When can we leave?" Angel asked in a strained voice.

"Not until Fred and Wes leave for their honeymoon," she answered and this time Angel did groan. "I'd say we have a good hour at least."

"I don't know how I'm going to wait that long to touch you," Angel admitted as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "You smell so good."

"Angel…stop," she whispered knowing that if he kept that up her dress would be unzipped in seconds. When he didn't move his lips she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head away from her skin. "Here. Cake," she said forcefully shoving a forkful into his mouth.

"Buffy," he exclaimed as he nearly choked on the cake.

"You know why I couldn't let you keep doing that," she admonished him and he merely smirked. "Oh come on. They're throwing the garter!" she screeched excitedly as she got up off Angel's lap. "Go!"

"Buffy," he sighed not wanting to go into a crowd of people to catch a garter that had been on someone he considered a baby sister.

"Go!" she repeated and this time she shoved him so hard he couldn't refuse. And to his horror, a few seconds later, the garter flew at his chest and he instinctively caught it. All the guests cheered and he fought off a deep blush.

"Better hope Buffy catches the bouquet," Doyle chuckled.

"Why?" Angel asked even as he got a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"You've gotta put it on the leg of whatever lass catches the bouquet," Doyle told him and Angel groaned inwardly. Walking over to Buffy determinedly he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"You knock people down if you have to, but you catch that bouquet," he begged and Buffy grinned.

"I'm not letting you put your hands on anybody else," she promised as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Trust me. I'll get it," she said sauntering off to go line up to catch the bouquet.

"Ready?" Fred yelled as she turned around. With her back to the group of young women she flung the bouquet behind her. It didn't go far and landed in the hands of both Buffy and Cordelia. Neither girl let go, and everyone stared at them to see who would come out with the bouquet. They weren't fighting, but they weren't giving up either.

When Angel got around the crowd of women to see what was going on he nearly choked when he saw who had the bouquet. He was NOT feeling up his sister!

"Cordy let go!" he called out and she looked over at him. While she was distracted Buffy yanked the bouquet out of Cordelia's hands.

"Hey! What did you do that for?" she asked Angel as the crowd began to disperse.

"Because I sure as hell am not putting this on your thigh!" he hissed holding the garter up for her to see.

"Oh," she giggled and soon Buffy joined in. She'd had a LOT of wine.

"Can you imagine?" Buffy asked starting a new fit of giggles for the two of them.

"Unfortunately I can," Angel bit out taking Buffy by the arm and leading her to a chair in the center of the room. "Now sit down," he instructed and she did so. Now that they had everyone's attention Angel kneeled down. There were loud catcalls and he made a mental note to kill Doyle later. He stared at Buffy who still had the bouquet in her lap and took a deep breath.

"Make a move Angel!" he heard Wesley shout and he laughed to himself. Clearly Wes had been enjoying the bar a bit if he was yelling things out like that. But Angel just wanted to get this over with so they could get home to the privacy of their own bedroom. So he could take this garter off.

Carefully slipping it over her shoe, he slowly slid it up her ankle. Buffy could feel his fingers against her overheated skin and it felt incredible. To have him touching her so intimately in front of all these people…

"Angel," she whispered so softly she wasn't sure he'd even heard it. But then his eyes met hers and she knew he had. Their gazes locked and she felt like she couldn't catch her breath. Was it hot I here? It wasn't long before those fingers of his were dragging the garter above her knee and then up her thigh. He stopped lower than she wanted him to, but distantly she heard the guests clapping. Right. They were in public. At a wedding. That wasn't theirs. So they had to control themselves.

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"I thought we'd never get home," Angel breathed as he slammed the door shut behind them. Hannah jumped up to greet them and they chuckled as she barked in excitement. "And aside from the maniac running in circles around our coffee table, we're alone," he smiled and when Hannah ran by his leg Buffy winced.

"You are going to have SO much dog hair on that tux," she pointed but he shrugged.

"I guess I'll just have to take it off," he smirked as he threw the jacket on the coffee table. His bowtie, which had been undone for the last forty minutes of the reception, was the next thing to go.

"Stop," Buffy ordered. "That's my job," she insisted and Angel grinned.

"Well then this is mine," he said as he suddenly leaned down. Grabbing her by the legs he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder.

"Angel!" Buffy squealed as she giggled. Hannah looked at her in concern, but when she laughed Hannah relaxed. "How many times have you thought about doing this?" she asked and Angel hurried up the stairs.

"A few," he shrugged.

"You never would have had the nerve to do that sober," she stated and Angel smirked.

"Nope," he agreed and Buffy had been so distracted that she didn't realize they were in the bedroom until Angel dropped her on the bed. "But I'm glad I did it," he said and Buffy smiled. He quickly took off his shoes and socks before climbing on top of her. When he really looked at her, he paused. She looked so happy. She was glowing. Her eyes were all shimmery and her hair flowed so smoothly down her back… Okay so maybe he'd had a little too much to drink, but still.

"Kiss me," she demanded and Angel immediately did as he was asked. Her fingers snuck between their bodies and unbuttoned the top of Angel's shirt. She slipped her hands in and when Angel felt the warmth of her palms against his chest he shuddered. Breaking the kiss for only a short breath, their lips were connected again almost instantly. His hand was resting on her cheek and he slid it into her hair.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured placing hot wet kisses down the thin column of her throat. "Our wedding will be so beautiful."

"How do you know it will be beautiful? We haven't even started planning it yet," Buffy pointed out.

"You'll be there. It'll be beautiful," he answered without much thought. Buffy couldn't help the way her heart leapt out of her chest at his words. Her breathing increased and she grabbed the collar of Angel's shirt.

"Get up here," she whispered yanking his lips back up to hers. Now Buffy was impatient. She reached behind Angel to unfasten his cummerbund, but she couldn't figure out the fastenings without seeing them. Angel was too focused on kissing her to even notice. But when his hand slid over her breast Buffy broke the kiss. "Angel I'm about to rip this off of you and I'm pretty sure it was expensive," she breathed and Angel chuckled. He reached behind him and in seconds the pesky fabric was on the floor.

"Better?" he asked and Buffy took a deep breath.

"Much. I can handle the rest," she said confidently. To prove her point she had the rest of his shirt unbuttoned in the blink of an eye. It wasn't until she shoved it off his shoulders that he snapped back to action.

"This has become too one-sided," he complained even as his fingers found the zipper of her dress. Pulling it down much less gently than normal, he groaned when her bare breasts spilled out the top. "I knew I loved this dress," he murmured as he pulled one nipple into his mouth.

"Angel!" Buffy nearly screamed arching up into his mouth. "Yes. Yes keep doing that," she moaned as her fingers speared into his hair. "I love how your mouth feels," she mumbled. She hadn't realized she'd wrapped both her legs around his hips, but she just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"I love how your body feels," he responded as he pulled away just long enough to shove the dress off her body. "Look at you. You're gorgeous," he breathed as he stared at her.

"You're drunk," she reminded him. He gave her a lopsided grin before lowering his lips until they were only a few millimeters from hers.

"So are you," he pointed out. "And it doesn't matter," he continued as he ran his hand over her lace covered bottom. "Because you are sexy as hell whether I'm drunk or not," he husked out. Buffy gave him a slight moan as he ran the pads of his thumbs over her hip bones. She reached down and unhooked his pants, clumsily shoving them down his waist. His boxers went with them and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want you," Buffy whimpered and in response Angel peeled the tiny panties off her body. After an entire evening of her teasing and quite a few drinks, he had little restraint left. So he grabbed her leg and pulled it over his hip. Before she could even process it, he'd thrust deep inside her.

"Damn Baby," he groaned and all he could hear was the soft sounds coming from Buffy's mouth. "You feel so good," he mumbled burying his face in her neck. As his hips began to move he nibbled his way down to her shoulder, her chest, and quickly pulled one hard nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," Buffy gasped digging her nails into Angel's back. She'd lost all sense of what was going on and was now just along for the ride. She had absolutely no control. But her body was tight with need and she was close to her breaking point. "Please," she begged and when he surprised her by biting down on her nipple her orgasm crashed over her.

"Buffy," Angel muttered as she clenched around him, a moan escaping her mouth. She was so hot! He leaned down and captured her lips for a kiss. Their tongues collided and Angel knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. "Come on Baby," he whispered as he slipped one hand between their bodies to rub against her clit. "I want to feel you come again," he said, his voice nearly breaking as he tried to hold back his own pleasure.

"I'm so close Angel," Buffy whimpered desperately. Angel slipped one hand beneath her lower back he could thrust even deeper into her and her thighs clamped so tightly around him he couldn't move.

"Buffy," he gritted his teeth as he exploded hard inside of her. She followed him immediately after with a high pitched moan.

Seconds later they were both limp and exhausted on the bed. Lying side by side they turned to look at each other. A slow grin crept across Angel's face and Buffy couldn't stop a smile from appearing on her own face.

"What?" she asked.

"Our wedding night is going to be incredible," he said and Buffy laughed as she propped herself up on her elbow.

"We really need to shower tonight," Buffy reminded him and he scrunched up his face at the idea. "We're really gross," she pointed out. They'd both danced a lot (she'd convinced him to dance to some faster songs too!) and had worked up quite a sweat.

"We can do it in the morning," he argued but she shook her head.

"We'll be tired and hung over. Come on. I'll wash your back for you," she winked and when she got up and sauntered towards the bathroom Angel couldn't help but follow.