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Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: Gasp! An update so quickly? Yes! Admit it, you're all proud. Thanks ever so much for all the great reviews so far, you guys kick major ass. Of course, I will try to make everyone happy (especially with the rating) but it gets a little difficult *sigh* the life of a mere mortal. What I would give to spend eternity with Spike. . . *drool* of course, his manacles and chains would be mandatory in our relationship. Okay, did anyone else realize that my author's notes have nothing to do with the story? You did? Just making sure.
Enjoy. And please R/R.
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Buffy groaned as their black limo pulled up into the line of sleek cars in front of the huge Crystal Theatre, home of this year's Award ceremony. Even though she loved the spotlight and reminiscing with old co-stars, she was not looking forward to the probing media and snide comments. It just wasn't in her anymore ever since she realized how conniving the tabloids really were. Well, that and the fact she had found a certain tabloid that said she was secretly and truly a man. As if! What man had a bod like hers? "Please," she muttered to herself angrily, earning a weird look from Spike, who was seated beside her on the plush seats in the car.
She gave him a sheepish look, and moved her gaze outside the tinted back seat windows. Masses upon masses of people milled around the front doors, along with flashing cameras and screaming fans. It was absolutely crazy. Buffy sighed again, feeling a headache coming on. Spike seemed to sense her apprehension, and he grabbed her slim hand to give it a comforting squeeze. She smiled gratefully at him, thankful he was at her side tonight. She couldn't imagine him not with her.
The limo pulled to a stop in front of the winding red carpet, and their driver saluted them goodbye from the front seat. Buffy flashed him a quick smile before their door was flung open by a valet, leading them into the chaos. Spike turned to give her a heart-stopping smile, still holding her hand as he stepped out of the limousine. She followed him, putting on a bright smile, as her eyes adjusted to the lights. They stepped out together, standing united in front of the mob, otherwise known as the media.
"And here we have the dashing 'Spike' Gilbert and beautiful Buffy Summers!" someone called out, in a loud voice. Probably some announcer lady. Buffy waved merrily, beaming to the crowd, mentally vowing to find out where that voice actually did come from. She pushed the thought aside as reporters swarmed them, tape recorders buzzing and cameras clicking fanatically. Buffy squinted her eyes against all the blinding flashes.
"Who are you wearing tonight?"
"You both look fabulous. Who do you have on tonight?"
"How has life together been for you two?"
"Are you in love?"
"What made you decide to finally get together?"
"Buffy, is it true you're really a man?"
At the last question Buffy scowled angrily, and Spike turned to the side as he desperately fought back a laugh. Buffy caught this and squeezed his hand sharply, making sure he stopped laughing, before she turned back to the nosy, ignorant reporter.
"No, I am not a man-" Buffy started, but was cut off by Spike.
"No, she isn't a man. She's got certain parts that no man would ever naturally have. . . believe me, mate," Spike stated, grinning wolfishly and winking, earning a light blush from Buffy and huge, knowing smiles from all the reporters. They all tittered accordingly, the tension eased. Buffy reminded herself to give Spike some extra attention that night. What a lifesaver. Even thought she had to admit she didn't look like a man. Really.
She also noticed the jealous, envious look from one skinny waif reporter, a pretty women who was winking at Spike and licking her lips. Buffy immediately put out possessive vibes, which Spike caught onto. He pretended not to notice, though he smirked in amusement. But still, Waify didn't seem to pick up the signals. Buffy almost growled. She decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Me and Spike are in love," Buffy abruptly stated confidently, earning the sudden rapt attention of the whole crowd massed in front of them. "Spike's perfect, and I was stupid not to realize it until a few months ago. Now, we're completely together, and in 100% adoration. He's my soul mate," Buffy finished, batting her long eyelashes up at Spike. He chuckled indulgently at her sugary sweetness, but decided to humor her. He never could deny her anything, damn poofster he was.
"Oh yeah, baby," Spike said wickedly, and he dipped her over his arm for a hard kiss. The reporters started cheering loudly and whistling, and Waify stalked off angrily. He flipped Buffy back up almost carelessly. She was dazed, her knees shaky and her head spinning, but Spike seemed totally unfazed, as he waved one hand in goodbye.
"That's about it for now. Excuse us," Spike said apologetically, grabbing Buffy securely around the waist with one arm and moving themselves down the line to the next group of reporters on the carpet. Buffy pulled herself together enough to formulate actual sentences, smiling giddishly at the display of affection Spike had given her.
"So tell me, who are you wearing?" A fashion reporter suddenly said to the blonde couple, and Buffy paused to answer. Spike turned to the side to talk to another reporter, and several after her. Soon the two were immersed in conversations with different reporters, Buffy's apprehension from before dissolving into thin air.
The two were too busy to notice the entrance of their friends Xander Harris and Cordelia Chase, both of them wrapped around each other as they sauntered down the carpet, amid flocking clumps of reporters. Close behind the brunette couple were fellow actress Willow Rosenberg, and her elusive rock singer boyfriend, Daniel 'Oz' Osborne, holding each other's hands, reporters also trying to get in a few words.
As Buffy chatted, out of the corner of her eye she spotted her ex- boyfriend, and good friend, Angel O'Connor. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, tightening his grip on his model girlfriend Faith something-or- the-other. Buffy didn't exactly smile kindly at the dark-haired girl, mainly because Faith had been seeing Spike before he dated Buffy. But Buffy still spared her a look none-the-less, and that was an accomplishment in itself. At least Buffy thought so, if judging by the half-sneer Faith sent her was a testament to that. Buffy resisted the urge to flip Faith the finger.
Buffy sighed, bored, as she stood by Spike's side while he was interviewed by some guy's magazine. Frankly, the actual Academy Awards wasn't the fun part. It was the after-party, usually at some overpriced restaurant, that made the whole night worth dressing up for. Especially when you got to show off to your old competition. Buffy chuckled to herself as she imagined ripping Dawn Winter's pretty little dress as she beat the shit out of her with the Academy Award that Buffy would win, not Dawn. This time she earned another weird glance from Spike, and even one from the interviewer.
"Um, yeah," Buffy said, her smile dropping. She decided it was best to keep quiet at this time. But Spike sweetly grabbed her ass roughly in reassurance, quick as a flash, and she had to smile again, especially at the innocent look on his handsome face while he continued talking. Soon, they were joined by some talk show host, and Buffy seriously hoped she didn't let out a yawn as the women droned on and on about all the wonderful accomplishments Spike and Buffy had done to the camera. The only funny thing was the fact the camera man seemed to have a crush on the reporter, and he would trip over himself to follow her demands.
Finally everyone started making their way into the building, as the Academy Awards were about to commence. Buffy and Spike slipped away from the Entertainment Tonight host, and followed the crowd of actors and actresses into the building. The lights had been dimmed, and the mega screen set up with the podiums in the middle of the stage. Buffy and Spike were both presenting, and hopefully receiving tonight, so they had gotten good seats close to the front.
As Buffy made her way to their seats, ushered by Spike right behind her, she clamped down the nervous butterflies in her stomach. She hoped that tonight, if she did, and hopefully would, win her award, that she didn't make a huge fool of herself up on the stage. Everyone remembered what had happened with the whole Halle Berry crying thing a few years ago, and it wasn't exactly an inspiration to her. Buffy rolled her eyes and decided to just let things be, though she was glad she had chosen to wear her double- deluxe, triple-volumizing and lengthening with added light refraction technology, extra waterproof mascara. It couldn't hurt.
When she reached her seat along with Spike, she was awarded both a bad surprise and a good one. In the surrounding seats from her and Spike's, she spotted a beaming Willow and Oz, a grinning Xander and Cordy, and Angel and Faith. That wasn't the worst of it; she spotted Dawn Winters, in a totally cheesy pastel blue dress that practically hung off her stick body, sitting beside her tennis trainer boyfriend, country-boy turned city- guru Riley Finn. Buffy sighed. This was gonna be one long show.
Buffy angrily flopped down in her seat, shooting Dawn a death glare. Riley seemed to take this as invitation to smile back at her toothily, practically winking at her suggestively. Spike noticed and gave his best icy glare to the no-necked farm boy. Buffy took some pleasure in that, and the fact Dawn seemed to be majorly checking out Spike. Sometimes revenge was best served with a side order of brutally hot manliness.
Willow noticed her best friend and Spike first. She happily called out, "Buff! Hey! You look amazing tonight. So do you Spike," Willow said, smiling, as she took in the pair. Spike grinned at her, and Buffy leaned over the seat to kiss her best friend on the cheek. "So do you, Wills. Green is totally your color." Willow had on a beautiful dark green dress that accentuated her slight curves and red hair.
Buffy nodded to Oz with a smile, who was decked out in a navy blue suit that clashed with his bright red hair. Somehow, he still looked totally cool in his outfit. Spike smiled sincerely when he saw Oz; the two had clicked the first time they had met months ago. Buffy didn't understand it; Oz rarely spoke to anyone, but with Spike you just couldn't get him to shut up. Buffy guessed that they had bonded over peroxide or something. Whatever the reason, the two had just started up an animated conversation about drums and cars. Buffy shared a look with Willow, and they both giggled together. Guys would always by guys, no matter where they were. Even at an elite and important Award ceremony.
Xander and Cordelia had been a little slower to notice Buffy, as they had been tonguing it down. Buffy teasingly called out, "Hey, you guys gonna come up for some air?" to catch their attention. They both raised their heads in a daze, Xander's lips smeared with pink lipstick. Cordelia's pink lipstick, that was no longer on her face at all.
"Hey there guys," Xander said, before he started nuzzling Cordelia's neck, totally ignoring them again. Buffy was surprised that they would make out so publicly, but after all tact had never been either of her friends' strong suit.
Buffy hid her laugh in her hand, mentally noting, though a little disturbingly, Xander looked good in pink. Willow didn't even try too though, laughing out loud. Cordy looked at them in confusion until she seemed to regain her bearings.
"Oh, hey there, Buffy. What are you guys laughing at?" Cordelia asked, and Buffy just pointed to Xander, who seemed to be eager to return to the kissing. Cordy noticed the bright lipstick, and sheepishly rubbed at it with her finger. Xander started squirming like a little boy, eyes shut tight.
"Stop it Cordy!" Xander whined. She rolled her eyes and started huffing until it was all gone. Suddenly the moment turned electric; even Willow and Buffy could see that. He slowly opened his dark eyes and gazed at her while her rubbing turned into a gentle caress over his lips. They seemed to be lost in the moment, unaware of those around them. Buffy and Willow shared a smile as they turned away to allow the two lovebirds some privacy as they started kissing again. Buffy wouldn't be surprised if those two eloped tomorrow and got pregnant by next week at the rate they were going.
Luckily Spike and Oz didn't see the pink lipstick, or else they would have never let Xander live it down. Buffy took a furtive look around her, then leaned closer to Willow as she twisted in her seat.
"Willow, how come we all got to sit together? And why am I stuck beside Bitch Extradonaire with her man friend Riley, that is so obviously gay along with extremely lame? Not to mention Angel and Skanky just four seats over." Buffy asked, voice getting slightly edgy when she mentioned Dawn's and Faith's name. Willow smirked. She wouldn't be surprised if Buffy ended up attacking the one or both of the girl's before the night was through. Something to look forward too, through the next three boring hours of the Awards. Willow wasn't exactly a fan of the Academies, but had shown up because she was invited, and was presenting. Also for the fact Buffy had been nominated.
"Well, Xander's uncle or cousin or something is in the Planning Committee for this, so Xander put in the word that he wanted the six of us together. As for Dawn and Angel, they are sitting here because I think this is the section for the presenters, or something like that. I'm not exactly clear on this. Xander didn't really delve into details. He wasn't far away from Cordelia's mouth long enough to do that." Willow answered wryly. Buffy chuckled.
"That's cool."
Buffy opened her mouth to speak again, when the lights suddenly blacked out, and the corny Oscar music started. She twisted back around in her seat, just as Spike stopped talking with Oz. He also turned back around straight in his seat. He suddenly smiled at her, with such sweetness, that she felt her heart melt all over again. She sighed in content, coiling her hand around his larger one tightly.
"You're the most amazing women on this Earth, you know that?" Spike murmured to her, sweeping back a piece of her blonde hair with his free hand. She smiled up at him.
"I know. But I still like hearing you tell me that every once in a while," she whispered back, leaning up and planting a chaste kiss on his pouty lips. His blue eyes got all soft and dreamy, like they did when they were alone together, and she felt her heart thud in her chest. It was all she could do to stay firmly planted in her fake-velvet (even though the Committee liked to pretend it was real) seat as he gazed down at her.
In that moment, she decided she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And even though she was surrounded by a thousand other people, and for the next two-and-a-half hours she would have to set in anxiety about her award while she listened to lame jokes from a try-hard done with actor, she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.
"And then we have the sudden coupling of Buffy and Spike. First of all, something has to be in the water. Or maybe it was just the thing in Spike's pants," the finished actor on stage said comically, and Buffy held back a groan but chuckled as the camera panned over to her and Spike. Spike, ever to cool and cocky to outright laugh, just smirked self-assuredly at the camera at the camera. A million teenage girls had just swooned at that moment.
Okay, maybe I would change just a few things at this moment.
"Secondly, we gotta give them some credit. What are the chances that you find two peroxide blondes in a relationship? Pretty rare, right? Right?"
Buffy held back her eye roll perfectly, but was groaning inside. Some people really should be shot, just to be put out of their own misery.
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*To be continued . . .
Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: Gasp! An update so quickly? Yes! Admit it, you're all proud. Thanks ever so much for all the great reviews so far, you guys kick major ass. Of course, I will try to make everyone happy (especially with the rating) but it gets a little difficult *sigh* the life of a mere mortal. What I would give to spend eternity with Spike. . . *drool* of course, his manacles and chains would be mandatory in our relationship. Okay, did anyone else realize that my author's notes have nothing to do with the story? You did? Just making sure.
Enjoy. And please R/R.
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Buffy groaned as their black limo pulled up into the line of sleek cars in front of the huge Crystal Theatre, home of this year's Award ceremony. Even though she loved the spotlight and reminiscing with old co-stars, she was not looking forward to the probing media and snide comments. It just wasn't in her anymore ever since she realized how conniving the tabloids really were. Well, that and the fact she had found a certain tabloid that said she was secretly and truly a man. As if! What man had a bod like hers? "Please," she muttered to herself angrily, earning a weird look from Spike, who was seated beside her on the plush seats in the car.
She gave him a sheepish look, and moved her gaze outside the tinted back seat windows. Masses upon masses of people milled around the front doors, along with flashing cameras and screaming fans. It was absolutely crazy. Buffy sighed again, feeling a headache coming on. Spike seemed to sense her apprehension, and he grabbed her slim hand to give it a comforting squeeze. She smiled gratefully at him, thankful he was at her side tonight. She couldn't imagine him not with her.
The limo pulled to a stop in front of the winding red carpet, and their driver saluted them goodbye from the front seat. Buffy flashed him a quick smile before their door was flung open by a valet, leading them into the chaos. Spike turned to give her a heart-stopping smile, still holding her hand as he stepped out of the limousine. She followed him, putting on a bright smile, as her eyes adjusted to the lights. They stepped out together, standing united in front of the mob, otherwise known as the media.
"And here we have the dashing 'Spike' Gilbert and beautiful Buffy Summers!" someone called out, in a loud voice. Probably some announcer lady. Buffy waved merrily, beaming to the crowd, mentally vowing to find out where that voice actually did come from. She pushed the thought aside as reporters swarmed them, tape recorders buzzing and cameras clicking fanatically. Buffy squinted her eyes against all the blinding flashes.
"Who are you wearing tonight?"
"You both look fabulous. Who do you have on tonight?"
"How has life together been for you two?"
"Are you in love?"
"What made you decide to finally get together?"
"Buffy, is it true you're really a man?"
At the last question Buffy scowled angrily, and Spike turned to the side as he desperately fought back a laugh. Buffy caught this and squeezed his hand sharply, making sure he stopped laughing, before she turned back to the nosy, ignorant reporter.
"No, I am not a man-" Buffy started, but was cut off by Spike.
"No, she isn't a man. She's got certain parts that no man would ever naturally have. . . believe me, mate," Spike stated, grinning wolfishly and winking, earning a light blush from Buffy and huge, knowing smiles from all the reporters. They all tittered accordingly, the tension eased. Buffy reminded herself to give Spike some extra attention that night. What a lifesaver. Even thought she had to admit she didn't look like a man. Really.
She also noticed the jealous, envious look from one skinny waif reporter, a pretty women who was winking at Spike and licking her lips. Buffy immediately put out possessive vibes, which Spike caught onto. He pretended not to notice, though he smirked in amusement. But still, Waify didn't seem to pick up the signals. Buffy almost growled. She decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Me and Spike are in love," Buffy abruptly stated confidently, earning the sudden rapt attention of the whole crowd massed in front of them. "Spike's perfect, and I was stupid not to realize it until a few months ago. Now, we're completely together, and in 100% adoration. He's my soul mate," Buffy finished, batting her long eyelashes up at Spike. He chuckled indulgently at her sugary sweetness, but decided to humor her. He never could deny her anything, damn poofster he was.
"Oh yeah, baby," Spike said wickedly, and he dipped her over his arm for a hard kiss. The reporters started cheering loudly and whistling, and Waify stalked off angrily. He flipped Buffy back up almost carelessly. She was dazed, her knees shaky and her head spinning, but Spike seemed totally unfazed, as he waved one hand in goodbye.
"That's about it for now. Excuse us," Spike said apologetically, grabbing Buffy securely around the waist with one arm and moving themselves down the line to the next group of reporters on the carpet. Buffy pulled herself together enough to formulate actual sentences, smiling giddishly at the display of affection Spike had given her.
"So tell me, who are you wearing?" A fashion reporter suddenly said to the blonde couple, and Buffy paused to answer. Spike turned to the side to talk to another reporter, and several after her. Soon the two were immersed in conversations with different reporters, Buffy's apprehension from before dissolving into thin air.
The two were too busy to notice the entrance of their friends Xander Harris and Cordelia Chase, both of them wrapped around each other as they sauntered down the carpet, amid flocking clumps of reporters. Close behind the brunette couple were fellow actress Willow Rosenberg, and her elusive rock singer boyfriend, Daniel 'Oz' Osborne, holding each other's hands, reporters also trying to get in a few words.
As Buffy chatted, out of the corner of her eye she spotted her ex- boyfriend, and good friend, Angel O'Connor. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, tightening his grip on his model girlfriend Faith something-or- the-other. Buffy didn't exactly smile kindly at the dark-haired girl, mainly because Faith had been seeing Spike before he dated Buffy. But Buffy still spared her a look none-the-less, and that was an accomplishment in itself. At least Buffy thought so, if judging by the half-sneer Faith sent her was a testament to that. Buffy resisted the urge to flip Faith the finger.
Buffy sighed, bored, as she stood by Spike's side while he was interviewed by some guy's magazine. Frankly, the actual Academy Awards wasn't the fun part. It was the after-party, usually at some overpriced restaurant, that made the whole night worth dressing up for. Especially when you got to show off to your old competition. Buffy chuckled to herself as she imagined ripping Dawn Winter's pretty little dress as she beat the shit out of her with the Academy Award that Buffy would win, not Dawn. This time she earned another weird glance from Spike, and even one from the interviewer.
"Um, yeah," Buffy said, her smile dropping. She decided it was best to keep quiet at this time. But Spike sweetly grabbed her ass roughly in reassurance, quick as a flash, and she had to smile again, especially at the innocent look on his handsome face while he continued talking. Soon, they were joined by some talk show host, and Buffy seriously hoped she didn't let out a yawn as the women droned on and on about all the wonderful accomplishments Spike and Buffy had done to the camera. The only funny thing was the fact the camera man seemed to have a crush on the reporter, and he would trip over himself to follow her demands.
Finally everyone started making their way into the building, as the Academy Awards were about to commence. Buffy and Spike slipped away from the Entertainment Tonight host, and followed the crowd of actors and actresses into the building. The lights had been dimmed, and the mega screen set up with the podiums in the middle of the stage. Buffy and Spike were both presenting, and hopefully receiving tonight, so they had gotten good seats close to the front.
As Buffy made her way to their seats, ushered by Spike right behind her, she clamped down the nervous butterflies in her stomach. She hoped that tonight, if she did, and hopefully would, win her award, that she didn't make a huge fool of herself up on the stage. Everyone remembered what had happened with the whole Halle Berry crying thing a few years ago, and it wasn't exactly an inspiration to her. Buffy rolled her eyes and decided to just let things be, though she was glad she had chosen to wear her double- deluxe, triple-volumizing and lengthening with added light refraction technology, extra waterproof mascara. It couldn't hurt.
When she reached her seat along with Spike, she was awarded both a bad surprise and a good one. In the surrounding seats from her and Spike's, she spotted a beaming Willow and Oz, a grinning Xander and Cordy, and Angel and Faith. That wasn't the worst of it; she spotted Dawn Winters, in a totally cheesy pastel blue dress that practically hung off her stick body, sitting beside her tennis trainer boyfriend, country-boy turned city- guru Riley Finn. Buffy sighed. This was gonna be one long show.
Buffy angrily flopped down in her seat, shooting Dawn a death glare. Riley seemed to take this as invitation to smile back at her toothily, practically winking at her suggestively. Spike noticed and gave his best icy glare to the no-necked farm boy. Buffy took some pleasure in that, and the fact Dawn seemed to be majorly checking out Spike. Sometimes revenge was best served with a side order of brutally hot manliness.
Willow noticed her best friend and Spike first. She happily called out, "Buff! Hey! You look amazing tonight. So do you Spike," Willow said, smiling, as she took in the pair. Spike grinned at her, and Buffy leaned over the seat to kiss her best friend on the cheek. "So do you, Wills. Green is totally your color." Willow had on a beautiful dark green dress that accentuated her slight curves and red hair.
Buffy nodded to Oz with a smile, who was decked out in a navy blue suit that clashed with his bright red hair. Somehow, he still looked totally cool in his outfit. Spike smiled sincerely when he saw Oz; the two had clicked the first time they had met months ago. Buffy didn't understand it; Oz rarely spoke to anyone, but with Spike you just couldn't get him to shut up. Buffy guessed that they had bonded over peroxide or something. Whatever the reason, the two had just started up an animated conversation about drums and cars. Buffy shared a look with Willow, and they both giggled together. Guys would always by guys, no matter where they were. Even at an elite and important Award ceremony.
Xander and Cordelia had been a little slower to notice Buffy, as they had been tonguing it down. Buffy teasingly called out, "Hey, you guys gonna come up for some air?" to catch their attention. They both raised their heads in a daze, Xander's lips smeared with pink lipstick. Cordelia's pink lipstick, that was no longer on her face at all.
"Hey there guys," Xander said, before he started nuzzling Cordelia's neck, totally ignoring them again. Buffy was surprised that they would make out so publicly, but after all tact had never been either of her friends' strong suit.
Buffy hid her laugh in her hand, mentally noting, though a little disturbingly, Xander looked good in pink. Willow didn't even try too though, laughing out loud. Cordy looked at them in confusion until she seemed to regain her bearings.
"Oh, hey there, Buffy. What are you guys laughing at?" Cordelia asked, and Buffy just pointed to Xander, who seemed to be eager to return to the kissing. Cordy noticed the bright lipstick, and sheepishly rubbed at it with her finger. Xander started squirming like a little boy, eyes shut tight.
"Stop it Cordy!" Xander whined. She rolled her eyes and started huffing until it was all gone. Suddenly the moment turned electric; even Willow and Buffy could see that. He slowly opened his dark eyes and gazed at her while her rubbing turned into a gentle caress over his lips. They seemed to be lost in the moment, unaware of those around them. Buffy and Willow shared a smile as they turned away to allow the two lovebirds some privacy as they started kissing again. Buffy wouldn't be surprised if those two eloped tomorrow and got pregnant by next week at the rate they were going.
Luckily Spike and Oz didn't see the pink lipstick, or else they would have never let Xander live it down. Buffy took a furtive look around her, then leaned closer to Willow as she twisted in her seat.
"Willow, how come we all got to sit together? And why am I stuck beside Bitch Extradonaire with her man friend Riley, that is so obviously gay along with extremely lame? Not to mention Angel and Skanky just four seats over." Buffy asked, voice getting slightly edgy when she mentioned Dawn's and Faith's name. Willow smirked. She wouldn't be surprised if Buffy ended up attacking the one or both of the girl's before the night was through. Something to look forward too, through the next three boring hours of the Awards. Willow wasn't exactly a fan of the Academies, but had shown up because she was invited, and was presenting. Also for the fact Buffy had been nominated.
"Well, Xander's uncle or cousin or something is in the Planning Committee for this, so Xander put in the word that he wanted the six of us together. As for Dawn and Angel, they are sitting here because I think this is the section for the presenters, or something like that. I'm not exactly clear on this. Xander didn't really delve into details. He wasn't far away from Cordelia's mouth long enough to do that." Willow answered wryly. Buffy chuckled.
"That's cool."
Buffy opened her mouth to speak again, when the lights suddenly blacked out, and the corny Oscar music started. She twisted back around in her seat, just as Spike stopped talking with Oz. He also turned back around straight in his seat. He suddenly smiled at her, with such sweetness, that she felt her heart melt all over again. She sighed in content, coiling her hand around his larger one tightly.
"You're the most amazing women on this Earth, you know that?" Spike murmured to her, sweeping back a piece of her blonde hair with his free hand. She smiled up at him.
"I know. But I still like hearing you tell me that every once in a while," she whispered back, leaning up and planting a chaste kiss on his pouty lips. His blue eyes got all soft and dreamy, like they did when they were alone together, and she felt her heart thud in her chest. It was all she could do to stay firmly planted in her fake-velvet (even though the Committee liked to pretend it was real) seat as he gazed down at her.
In that moment, she decided she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. And even though she was surrounded by a thousand other people, and for the next two-and-a-half hours she would have to set in anxiety about her award while she listened to lame jokes from a try-hard done with actor, she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.
"And then we have the sudden coupling of Buffy and Spike. First of all, something has to be in the water. Or maybe it was just the thing in Spike's pants," the finished actor on stage said comically, and Buffy held back a groan but chuckled as the camera panned over to her and Spike. Spike, ever to cool and cocky to outright laugh, just smirked self-assuredly at the camera at the camera. A million teenage girls had just swooned at that moment.
Okay, maybe I would change just a few things at this moment.
"Secondly, we gotta give them some credit. What are the chances that you find two peroxide blondes in a relationship? Pretty rare, right? Right?"
Buffy held back her eye roll perfectly, but was groaning inside. Some people really should be shot, just to be put out of their own misery.
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*To be continued . . .