Story rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't get any money for writing this….
Author's note: So here we go again… the last three chapters will be posted now.

Chapter 10

Buffy had reluctantly, but responsibly, set her alarm for 7.30 but it was almost nine when her unexpected roommate had agreed to let her leave the bed. The schedule would be a little tighter but it had been worth it, she thought to herself smiling and turned on the coffee maker. She was woken from her mental playback of her and Spike's morning activities by a knock on the front door.

Just as she went to open the door she heard the drumbeats start from Dawn's room. "Not that stupid Hanson CD again," she sighed.

When she opened the door Xander stood outside. "I hate relatives! Can I come in?"

"Anya's not up yet so I guess it's okay."

"Thank God. I can't take another minute over there. It's just plain madness. So how was your night?"

Buffy was just about to reply politely that it had been very nice when Spike came staggering to the kitchen not having bothered to button up his shirt or putting on socks. And just to put the finishing touch to it he was singing Like a virgin.

"Spike!" Buffy reprimanded hoping her lover could be just a little subtler towards Xander today.

"What? The bloody song was playing on your alarm when I woke up."

"You know, maybe aunt Edna's allergies aren't that bad a subject for discussion," Xander added.

Buffy was again standing at the coffee maker eagerly counting the drops falling into the pot and waiting for them to stop. Spike meanwhile made his way to the refrigerator, pulled out a jar of blood, poured from it into a mug and put in the microwave.

"You have blood here?" Xander asked surprised.

"Not usually. Just got it last night when I realized I was staying the night. You wouldn't want my grumbling stomach to interfere with your happy day now, would you?"

"Actually if you had an appetite for some of my relatives we could maybe come to an agreement."

The two men looked at each other with more understanding than ever before until Buffy's voice broke their moment. "That was a joke." She stated firmly. "A bad joke."

"Fine," Xander mumbled watching Spike reach for the Wheetabix pack form the cupboard above.

"You're not putting that in your blood in this house," Buffy said when she caught on to what he was doing.

"Don't worry. I was gonna eat it the old fashioned way, with milk and maybe some raisins for vitamins along with the calcium. The blood on the side."

"Eeew", echoed through the kitchen. And he reluctantly put the packet back. "Fine then."

Buffy was pouring herself her long wanted coffee and also cup for Xander. As she turned to get the milk from the refrigerator the microwave beeped. Spike pulled out his mug, left it on the table and went to raid the spice rack for something to add a little taste. Meanwhile Buffy handed Xander his cup and then reached for her own. "What are you looking for Spike?" She asked lifting a cup to her mouth not noticing that it wasn't her own.

"Morning Nibblet." Spike said turning around and seeing Dawn join them just as Buffy took a sip from the mug in her hand immediately releasing a shriek, rushing over to the sink and spitting out the blood from her mouth.

As the others realized what had just happened Dawn and Spike broke into a fit of giggles. Xander's face was disfigured in disgust. "This is just another reason why you shouldn't date vampires."

Spike took no notice of the insult on his way towards the sink where he gently took his mug from Buffy's hand putting it down on the counter before turning her face towards him and kissing the last remains of blood from her mouth while holding her in a passionate embrace.

"Oh, now I'm really going to be sick," Xander groaned as Spike's hands slowly wandered down Buffy's back caressing her ass. Finally they broke apart and Spike handed Buffy her coffee, took his blood and turned his attention to Xander.

"So go, if you find it so disgusting here. And wasn't your demon girl all superstitious yesterday and wasn't gonna see you before the wedding?"

"Well she's still sleeping and every moment away from my family is a good moment."

"Morning all," Willow chimed.

"Speaking of sleeping beauty," Buffy added to their previous conversation. "Should we maybe wake her?"

"No, please, let her sleep as long as possible," Xander answered. "Both for my sake and yours."

"Are Cordy and Angel up yet?" Willow asks trying not indicate anything but sharing a knowing look with Dawn.

As speaking of the devil Cordy opened the basement door. "I'm up. Angel will be right here."

"Let me guess. He's fixing his hair?" Spike asked sarcastically.

"And yours just glues back by itself?" the brunette mocked in response.

"Would you like some coffee, Cordelia?" Buffy intervened sending Spike and intent gaze telling him to behave.

Angel comes as promised and looks rather uncomfortably around the crowded kitchen. "You want anything, Angel?"

"Ehm… coffee would be good, I guess."

"You want blood with that?" Spike asked his grandsire almost politely, to the others surprise.

"Yes, that would be good." Angel was just as baffled as the others over Spike's offer.

Spike takes the jar from the refrigerator again, pours a mug and pops it in the microwave. "I'm just being nice because Buffy's gonna reward me for it later." The look on Spike's face left very little room for doubt about what kind of rewards he was talking about… especially with Buffy's face flaring up.

The silence following was finally broken by the beeping microwave.

"Thanks." Angel said when taking the mug from his grand-childe. "For the blood…. Not the other information."

"If it's alright I think I'll have first turn in the shower." Willow claimed putting her breakfast bowl in the sing. "And Cordy, your dress is up in Dawns room, along with mine and hers." With that she was up the stairs.

"What dress?"

Xander's face developed a nasty grin. "Anya had an epiphany last night about what to do with the fourth bridesmaids dress that she had to buy because of the two for one deal she got. She wants you to ware it. Apparently your shopping trip yesterday made quite an impression on her."

"She wants me to be one of her bridesmaids?"

"Yep. Since there was an extra dress it is economically feasible. Those were her exact words."

"Oh God. Is it horrible?" Cordy looked pleadingly at Buffy.

"Nah. Who doesn't look good in radioactive green?"

"Oh God," Cordelia sighed and leaned herself against Angel who put his arms around her and pulled her into a comforting hug.

Buffy raised a brow as this erased all doubts about Angel and Cordy's relationship form her mind. It was actually strange that she didn't feel any jealousy at all… just a little concerned over how content Angel looked.