Cowritten with Scribes 1015.

Buffy's heart went from breaking into pieces to racing so hard. Wasn't this part of everything she'd been upset about earlier her own self? "I think you start with the asking part," she told him.

He almost smiled. "Yeah, probably so."

"Sometimes guys even get down on one knee to do it. And, you're in luck because I just so happen to have the most perfect ring that you could use."

Angel just smirked, as he stared at her, running his hands along her outer thighs, all this back and forth within their heads was going to drive them crazy. Right then, he made a decision.

Leaning forward he captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss, unlike the one they shared earlier, this one was gentle. He took his time, seeking entrance with his tongue, slowly exploring her.

When they finally broke apart, each of them were left gasping. His hands traveled from her thighs, to around her waist, loosely holding her to him. Her head rested against his own, their noses gently traced the others, their lips were but a hairs breath apart when he looked at her and whispered, "Open your eyes".

Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, her arms rested on his chest, as her hands circled around his head, gently playing with the hairs at his nape. For a few moments they simply allowed the silence to speak for them, all of their hopes and dreams seemed to be floating magically in the air surrounding them.

"Marry me."

Buffy suddenly felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. All she had thought about for weeks was this, and now that they were here she seemed to have lost her ability to form words.

"I know I should probably get down on my knee, but I've already done that, and in my opinion that time was perfect. Besides, you're kind of already wearing your ring, and I don't want to cheapen what we had by trying to recreate it. But I also want you to know how much me asking you to be my wife, again means to me. I'm all in Buffy, you're it for me, for better or worse, and I'm tired of this limbo that we've been stuck in, I don't think I could survive it another day. It's fast, yes. But I'm ready to move forward with my life, I'm ready to start my life with you, again."

Her heart felt as though it had just quadrupled in size, she was sure that there was never a moment she had loved him more than right now, this very second. "Yes… Angel absolutely yes. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of loving someone, and I don't care how fast Lindsey or Xander, or anyone thinks we're moving. Like you said we've had the perfect wedding, and everything else. We proved our love and shared it with our friends, with the world the first time around. This time, it's not about them… the center pieces or the flowers, none of that matters. This time it's about us. All that matters to me is you, you were the best husband Angel, and there's no doubt in my mind that you will be again. There's nothing that you have to prove to me, it's my turn now, to show you that I'm in this just as deep. You were always my husband, but now it's my turn to be your wife."

And there it was, that mega watt smile that rarely broke through his stoic features.

He was beaming as he pulled her to him again, dominating their kiss, he was once again claiming her fully as his own. This time it was Buffy to pull away, earning a frustrated groan from him in return. His hands seemed to be all over at once, guiding them back down her thighs, he squeezed her ass as he ground her against his throbbing cock.

Breathless, but still wanting to make sure this was set in stone, she continued to tease him by grinding her lower half against his own. She could feel him pulsing against her, even through the barrier of their clothes.

"When?"

Angel was trying to pay attention to what she had said, he was fighting his body, willing his mind to stay coherent enough to hold a conversation. "When what, my love?"

Buffy traced a path from his nape, down his jaw, to the collar of his shirt. With an achingly slow pace she began undoing each button, one by one. "When do you want to get married? We kind of need a timeline, I mean that's the whole point right?"

Dear God he would marry her tomorrow, if she would just end this torment. He didn't want to be inside of her, he needed to be inside of her, if she had any idea how much at her mercy she held him right now. "Our anniversary, I thought that was what you would want. If it's not, then we can pick some other day. Right now, in this second I'd marry you tonight Buffy...If that's what you really felt was right."

His shirt now fully open to her gaze, she pushed it off his shoulders, she would never get tired of this man's body. "Our anniversary is perfect, I was just thinking earlier about how I couldn't imagine having to choose a new day." Trailing kisses up his shoulder, she slowly made her way up his neck gently biting the skin just below his ear. "You know that means we have less than 90 days…" Angel made some strangled noise in the back of his throat, which she could only assume was in acknowledgement.

Gently nipping at his ear, she whispered so quietly that had someone been sitting next them they wouldn't have even heard.

"Three months, isn't very long ya know… We could even say start trying again."

That pulled him somewhat from his lust filled haze, he knew how badly she wanted a baby. Hell there wasn't anything he wanted more, but he was determined. Marriage first, then babies. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, he began to speak but was cut off.

She already knew what his answer was going to be, and honestly even if it was selfish of her she didn't want to hear it again. "I know you want to wait, and I know its sounds dumb, but I don't know how to explain it. It's like I crave you. Inside. I hate the condoms, and it's cliche I know but I love it when I know were together, flesh to flesh. It just feels like that's how it's supposed to be…"

All he was trying to do was the right thing here, and this woman seemed determined to drive him to the brink of insanity. Though little did she know this was the one area that he refused to budge, she would be his wife before she carried his child. Call him old fashioned or whatever, he refused to cheapen their love by impregnating her out of wedlock, well not if he had anything to do with it. Though he knew how stubborn she could be, something told him the next 90 days were going to be a battle of wills regarding this.

"Love, can we please postpone this conversation… Just for a little while, if you haven't noticed, I'm about ready to explode over here."

Kissing him briefly, Buffy lifted her head back just enough to flash him a sweet smile. "Sure, but I'm not certain I remember where the condoms are. I'm afraid you'll have to find them."

Angel's eyes narrowed. Her smile only got brighter as she returned to teasing his neck, her small hands making their way to his lap. He growled as she began to undo the top button of his pants. There was no denying that he agreed with her... he hated even the thin barrier of the condoms being between them, he craved the feeling of her and only her. It was well beyond tempting to just bury himself in her right now just as they were and let the fates figure it out... but, instead he stood up before she could unzip him as well.

Buffy gasped at the sudden movement. Angel walked them from the couch to one of the bookshelves in the room. He fiddled around blindly as his lips pressed against hers until his fingertips finally found what he was looking for, one hand searching while the other held her to him.

Angel pulled the hidden package out and smirked and Buffy pouted. "Why exactly is there a condom hiding amongst the books and pictures and other lovely things on the shelf in our living room?" she couldn't help but ask. Her forehead was wrinkled up.

"For shit like this right here," he answered her. He was glad he'd randomly placed a few of these throughout the house now, and he thought for a just brief moment about how he probably needed to buy more and find some more hiding spaces. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow since he didn't have to go into the office.

Buffy huffed at him and he had to smile. Bringing his head back down to her and giving her a playful kiss. "Soon, my love," he whispered.

It didn't take long for him to get her to stop pouting about the lack of baby making and more interested in the practicing for when the time came for that. At least for the time being. Angel smoothed his hands from her bare bottom up to her shoulder blades and she arched at his touch. Her whole body seemed to lean back toward him as he followed the same path back down.

Angel took a moment to just admire the woman before him but he knew he couldn't wait too much longer. He physically hurt with the need to one with this future bride - future bride to be once again - of his.

Angel took his time as he entered her, not thrusting until every inch of him was buried right away, but instead he began nudging into her little by little... each time he would pull away from her, he'd bury a little deeper. Buffy's head fell back a little and she moaned "More," each time.

Unable to continue teasing her because of his own urgency building, Angel grabbed both of her hips and pulled her back against him until he was sure he was as much inside of her as he possible could be She moaned his name loudly as he throbbed angrily inside of her. She did her best to balance on her tippy toes as high as she could.

Angel held this position for a moment before finally pulling back out and be began to truly thrust in and out of her slick heat in familiar rhythm. His grunts of pleasure echoed through the otherwise quiet house, mixing in with her breathless chanting of his name as they moved together.

Buffy's fingertips were nearly white from clawing into the couch, her ass bouncing against him with every move until he felt her begin to stiffen up and begin to shake slightly against him. "Oh, fuck," she whispered just before he lets one hand snake around to help push her over the edge. Buffy wiggled against his fingers working her clit until she screamed, her body jerking happily under him.

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Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Buffy couldn't help but smile brightly. She was still on a high from their lovemaking for sure but she was glowing because of something bigger tonight, she was officially going to be Angel's wife again. She could nearly jump up and down in joy over knowing it was truly going to happen, that he had asked and, holy crow, there was a plan in place. She really hadn't expected him to ask this early on and certainly not tonight but it was perfect. She knew exactly when this torment would end... having something you want so close to you yet still so far away, the heartache of not being fully his would be no more in a matter of weeks.

"You are without question the most beautiful woman on the fucking planet," he whispered to her as she met him back downstairs after getting cleaned up. His lips suckled at her neck for a moment, his arms wrapped around her.

"I see you found dinner," she told him, spotting the pizza in one of his hands against her.

"Mmhmm. I was starving."

She could agree with that statement. The pizza had been delivered - which she kind of remembered but it was all a blur - but she hadn't actually messed with it besides sitting it down earlier. Angel kept his arms around her as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing a plate for herself and then led him back to the couch. Angel pulled her right back onto his lap and she cuddled as close as she possibly could to him. "I love you," he told her softly.

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Buffy let the night just be theirs... they ate, they talked, they made love more times than she could remember. The sun was up before either one of them caught any sleep. Since Angel was able to work from home the following day, their news stayed between them a little bit longer. Buffy would have happily shouted it from the rooftops until every single person on the planet knew, but at the same time it was nice to just let it sink in for herself, to discuss plans as just the two of them. It was nice to just enjoy the feeling of being his fiance, of just being his.

Buffy felt like her chest was going to burst every time she tried to imagine it all. She knew she didn't want something huge for this second wedding of theirs, but still something special, something that meant the world to them. Her face would break out into a giant smile every time she imagined walking down that isle again, picturing herself in various styles of dresses that her mind could conjure, seeing Angel's face as she got closer to him, daydreaming about exchanging vows and it being announced that once again they were husband and wife.

She could already taste it all, she could feel it in her bones.

This wedding would be magical, she just knew it. And afterward... oh, she could hardly wait. Her hand would linger on her stomach as she let her mind wander to things to come. Their family, their life together... forever, always... it was just meant to be.