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Chapter 4
"So you don't even know if Willow was in her room last night?" Buffy gawks at Dawn. As one of her maids of honour, Dawn should have kept tabs on the other maid of honour.
"Well," Dawn recoils, frightened by both the wrath of Buffy and the sight of her sister's half-finished makeup and hair. "I saw a lump in her bed and thought she was sleeping and Kennedy was looking for her so I didn't want to walk in on anything!"
"I slept in the bunks!" Kennedy defends, cheeks bright red. "And even when we were still dating I was not always in her room."
Dawn gives her a pointed look since she was always hovering Willow, even kind of making moves now that they were over. "Well you never know."
"Xander!" Buffy yells next, her best friend jumps with a start as Cordelia's hands stop fixing his tie.
"Don't yell at Xander, Buffy," Cordelia rolls her eyes. "And maybe you should think about finishing your bridal outfit so you don't look like a freakzilla with vomit hair."
"Cordy," Angel reproaches gently. He doesn't like seeing Buffy so upset on what should have been their happy, go-without-problems wedding day. Okay, so he was also as worried as her but screaming about it wasn't his style.
"I'm not scolding Xander," Buffy sighs, taking a seat and covering her face with her hands for a second. "I'm worried. Willow's been missing since... since – oh god I'm such a bad friend I don't even remember if our last conversation was about the flowers or the food! Xander you-"
"Talked to her last night with Giles, but that was right after dinner, Buff." He walks over and joins Buffy in a decorated chair. He ruffles his hair and tries to not start hyperventilating. "She's got to be fine though, she's the most powerful Wicca and she doesn't take crap from anyone."
Buffy wanted her wedding to go by without any problems, but she knew that was wishful thinking. Some problem would show up, she had been ready for it. But not to have Willow go missing, and what was a happy wedding without her BFF to share it with?
"Where's Faith," Angel inquires as well. "I think she spoke to Willow-"
"Right!" Cordelia pipes up, "She offered to find Faith out on her patrol last night to get our dresses fitted – which by the way, does Faith have any priorities? She never showed up for measurements and I had to guess-"
"You were getting your dresses fitted last night?" Buffy raises her eyebrows at Cordelia.
"More like totally re-fitted," Cordelia confirms.
"She never showed up?" Angel shoots Buffy a look and a hundred scenarios flit through their minds. Kidnapping, killing, demon fights, vampires, or maybe it was all one big joke?
"Last I recall," Giles murmurs at last. "Faith and I shared a brandy and she gave her report of those Tazzle demons. Willow had been in the Castle... around nine or so?"
"Faith offered to do patrol alone, I saw her around ten." Rona adds in and everyone thinks of any moment they had last encountered with the two.
"So she-she goes on patrol and then... and then Willow goes to find her and oh my god! We need to do something now, they could be-"
Buffy is cut off from her sentence as a cracking, blue energy portal opens above the wedding altar on the side.
"I left my jacket there!" Faith realizes too late, standing up and brushing her pants to get the foreign soil off. She needs a shower. She's had the same clothes on for about two nights, her jacket forgotten in their stone hut after she fished for a cigarette post-sex. And what a great night of sex that had been, the way they-
"We're back?" Willow accepts Faith's proffered hand to help her stand up, her hair feels messy and she pats it down. "We're back! Ah, sweet Scotland air I thought I would never smell you again!"
"Willow!" Dawn attacks Willow into a tight hug, "oh my god! I swear I'll never just assume you're sleeping in bed when there's a lump or that if you don't answer the door it's because you're having sex—where have you been for the last, like, 12 hours!"
"What happened?" Angel puts a hand on Faith's shoulder who isn't sharing Willow's enthusiasm at the moment.
"I lost my favourite leather jacket in an alternate dimension full of giant asexual freaking crazy ass-"
"We were taken to an alternate dimension and I would love a shower," Willow takes in a deep breath of Scotland air, giving Dawn an apologetic look when she wrinkles her nose and backs away. Then she turns to Buffy and gives her most adorable 'please don't hate me loo.' "And I am so, so, so sorry I was in an alternate dimension when you were supposed to be married! It's twelve a-and you're already supposed to be a bride but instead you're hair is all... um..."
"Will!" Xander grabs her into a large hug and Giles looks more relieved than Buffy as the two join in on the group affection. They hadn't been that frightened for one of their own since Sunnydale.
"Are you alright? Hurt?" Buffy, Giles, and Xander hover around Willow, and she nods.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I... It's just... well, I don't-you know, how about we all get ready for your wedding?"
"Will," Buffy eyes her, knowing when something is eating at her friend. "The wedding can wait a bit longer. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Willow tells her worried friends. "It's um... huh."
"Spit it out," Xander grins, "the suspense is killing me."
With a weak smile, Willow is about to say she kind of got married, but a flash of white light cuts her off and before them, standing in a white tuxedo, an African man inhales from a white pipe.
"Woah," Xander jumps back and all slayers and watchers are on high alert.
"Relax, I'm not here to threaten."
"You're a guardian angel..." Angel eyes the man up, having met another identically dressed individual.
"That I am... Angel," the man puts his pip into his front pocket, casually puts his hands in his pockets and flashes a bright smile. "I'm here on behalf of The Powers That Be to congratulate the newly married couple."
"Oh. Well, thank you," Angel looks confused. "I've never heard of The Powers sending a guardian angel to earth before." He doesn't mention that they have not actually done the ceremonies yet.
"This is a special case." The guardian grins, before spinning around to glance at Willow and then Faith. "Isn't it, Y'allon? Y'ullon?"
Willow's face goes red, and her lips drop open for what feels like the hundredth time since she decided to offer to tell Faith about getting refitted for dresses. Faith stands up straight, her faces takes on a serious look and she glares at the guardian.
"You... came to congratulate... us?" Faith gestures between herself and Willow. "How do you know about that? We were in a different dimension."
"I heard you were extremely perceptive," the guardian chuckles.
"What's he talking about Will?" Xander has to ask, because if the implications mean anything, then... then... that means Willow and Faith... "You're married!"
"I-it wasn't real," Willow blurts in a squeal! "The Bhumans... they just wanted to marry us and then send us back. There's no way it's real."
"You may think that," the guardian reaches into his front pocket and lifts the pipe back to his lips, his smirk gets even wider. "But in reality their rituals are sacred, they transcend dimensions. We, The Powers That Be, exist in every dimension."
"You're joking," Faith shakes her head and lets out a laugh. "We walked around a fire and a tree!"
"Correction my dear," he exhales a puff of smoke that shapes into a large heart. "You shared sacred signs of harmony in a vow."
"But..." Willow whispers. "But... they-this... vows?"
"And when you both consummated your marriage-"
"That was not our fault!" Willow covers her face. She was embarrassed, she was beyond embarrassed, she was... she was married! To Faith! She was... "Oh goddess."
"Agreed," Faith pales, crossing her arms and leaning on the table behind her. She looked at Willow and then at everyone's shocked faces.
"You... you had sex with Faith?" Buffy never thought her wedding day would end up like this.
"There-there was this, something made us do it! " Willow excuses.
"She's right," Faith's voice cracks and she coughs before continuing. "Something made us both really horny, like you wouldn't believ-"
"Too much information, Faith!" Buffy closes her eyes, a hand raises to stop the brunette slayer from going into too much detail.
"And not really helping," Dawn tells her with a soft look. "Willow's going to explode as it is."
"I think someone drugged me because this is weird ream," Xander laughs nervously. Faith gives him a hard look and he shuffles a bit closer to Cordelia who looks to be the only one laughing anytime soon.
"Ah yes," the guardian catches everyone's attention again. "The pink sun of Volumi." He lets out a low whistle. "I honeymooned with my husband there. That sun is why Bhumans aren't sexual creatures, but anyone foreign goes there and bam!" He snaps his fingers, taking another puff of smoke. "Sex-monsters."
After more awkward, shocked silence where only Cordelia lets out a snort, he reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. "I've brought your marriage contract along as well."
"Contract?" Willow jumps as the folded paper suddenly disappears from his hands and appears in hers.
Birds chirp silently in the distance and Faith decides the situation has been set and there was nothing more to do, so she may as well try and ask him something equally if not more important. "You think you could get my jacket? I left it there."
Buffy and Angel were married within five hours of Willow and Faith's arrival. As the sun set the two lovers had kissed and said their 'I do's' in a beautiful ceremony during sunset which proved to be better decision than the scheduled morning-time wedding. Giles walked Buffy down the aisle, and Willow only felt a small jealousy for her friend having such a wonderful day, most of her had forgotten about her own marriage with all the happiness she felt for her friend. Faith wasn't helping the matter, the brunette avoided her like the plague – which was fine because Willow really didn't want to talk to her either, but totally immature.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as Buffy danced with her sister and some other slayers, glowing in her white wedding dress. She was slow-dancing with Angel who had requested it, teasing him about mini-Buffy's and Angel's to come soon.
"I just wanted to thank you," Angel paused their dancing and gave her one of the most genuine looks she had ever received from a person.
"Thank... for what?"
"Where to start?" He grinned. "Re-storing my soul more than once, because I could have never been standing here today otherwise. But most of all... for being the only person who truly supported me when I was with Buffy back then. It means more than you know, WIllow."
Willow feels tears prick her eyes, when Angel is emotional then things are really emotional and she brings the taller man in for a tight hug. "Anytime."
When they separate he raises an eyebrow. "I better go find Faith and tell her to keep you happy, huh?"
And the embarrassment comes right back. She takes pleasure in knowing that as a human her punch might actually hurt his arm.
"Just open it, B," Faith tips back another glass of champagne, picking up two more flutes as they pass by.
Buffy gives the impatient woman a glare. "Faith, the last gift you gave me shot water in my face."
"That's because it was April's fools day," Faith hands the other slayer one of the flutes and clinks their glasses together. "I actually put in some effort and thought about this one."
"Sorry I didn't get you a wedding gift," Buffy giggles, putting her champagne down after a long sip. She eyes the nicely wrapped gift after happily noting she's done a rare thing: made Faith blush, and then shrugs before ripping her gift apart. "Candles? Well, I'm impressed you managed to get me something normal...ish. Thanks."
"No prob," Faith drains her fourth flute of the night and scans around for more. "I just recall you ranting about your dream wedding night with candles... y'know, back when we used to patrol together?"
Buffy purses her lips, and Faith tenses as well, wondering if she had inadvertently insulted Buffy Summers... again.
Nearby, all new(ish) slayers invited to the wedding saw something of a legend: Buffy lunging at Faith and enveloping her into a tight hug, the infamous rivals of many tales and battles seemed to be having a moment, fuelling an immediate fire to rumours of their alleged sexual affair on the spot.
"B..." Faith gasps in surprise. Cordelia hadn't exactly gotten her measurements for their black dresses one-hundred percent correct and they were a bit tight, but the tightness really worked her figure. Then if you get full strength slayer hugged by Buffy you just can't breathe. "Uh, B – I can't-"
"I can't believe how mad you make me, and then you-you go a-and remember something even I almost forgot." Buffy gives her a gentle smile, the first in a long, long time.
"How could I forget," Faith hesitates. "You alright?"
"If I don't tell you on my wedding day then I'm stupid," Buffy sniffles and then straightens her posture to 'General Buffy mode.' "Faith, I forgive you."
"Huh." Faith is shocked, if all she had to do was buy Buffy candles for forgiveness she should have done it a long time ago. "Never thought I'd get your forgiveness... then again, never thought I'd get married."
Her joke is received well as Buffy laughs and grabs her hand. "What do you say, Faith? Let's dance."
"I can carry her to her room," Faith offers, considering Dawn is already slung over her shoulder. Buffy snuggles into Angel from her spot at the table and he snuggles into her. It makes Faith roll her eyes.
Willow drunkenly snaps her fingers at Buffy. "Hey! I got married first! Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!"
They started tickling each other and Angel gives Faith a salute. Faith tears her eyes away and Dawn mumbles on her shoulders, probably drooling too.
"Something hard is poking into my back," her mumble comes out when Faith dumps her on the teen's bed. Hard... harder... something about that word was tickling the back of her mind.
"Harder," a soft whisper in her ear. Willow's fingers rubbed up and down her spine and she obliged the request like a good girl, pulling her fingers out slowly before thrusting them with more force than before, watching the face beneath hers let out a gasp and feel that arch, legs tightening around her torso, breasts pressing to her own and then Willow's kissing her as they start rocking–
