"Oh Spike we have so much planning to do! My dress and the cake! Let's go
tell Giles he news!" Buffy grabbed Spike by the hand and twirled him around
in a not-so-very-gentle way.
"Ow, pet that hurts." Buffy instantly loosened her grip on Spike's hand.
"Sorry honey, I'm just super excited." Buffy said jumping up and down slightly.
"Really? Couldn't tell because I'm hopping with bloody joy luv." Spike said flatly.
Buffy narrowed her eyes to thin slits. "Oh, I see how it is. You're marrying me for my body! You don't care about me at all. I'm just your next lay. Tell your stupid vamp friends that **YOU** had a slayer all hot for you. IS THAT IT SPIKE?"
"No, luv. I'd never use you, ever. I want to marry you and having your body is an extra perk." He gently placed a soft chicken peck kiss on her lips. "And if I did use you you'd beat me to bloody pulp."
Buffy laughed slightly. Both of their eyes drifted over to Parker. The look on Parker's face was absolutely priceless.
"Sorry mate, didn't realize you were there. You can leave now." Parker seemed to be rooted to the ground with shock. "Go on shoo. Be a good dog." Parker gasped at the comment and turned his heel and huffed off.
"Ok, let me see. I'll have to pick out the dress, it has to be sleeveless long and ruffled at the bottom!" Buffy went on walking; she grabbed Spike's hand.
"Can the dress be midnight black."
"NO!"
"Blood red then?"
"NO! Spike it has to be pearl white!"
"Why? Pearl white is a daft idea. Black is sexier and white can stain easier! One slip of the wine glass and the dress would be ruined."
"SPIKE! I will not wear a black wedding dress!"
"So, you'll wear a ruby red wedding dress!"
"Spike, I'm wearing a **white** wedding dress! And that's final."
"HEY! Don't I get a say in this little powwow?"
"NO!" Buffy snapped.
"I have pick out something for the wedding, if not I'm going to be surrounded by hundreds of bright flowers and white dove birds flying over my head-"
"Hey, that's good idea. Doves at my wedding! They'd fly around and hold up my 50 feet of **white** wedding dress. That would look so pretty as a picture! I wonder how much a photographer would be here. Because my mom's friend got this great deal in LA.. WAIT LET'S HAVE THE WEDDING IN LA!"
"UGH."
"Ok, ok. You can help out with a certain problem that's nagging me in the back of my mind."
"Not the sodding table china."
"No, the dress I'm going to wear on the wedding night. I thought you would be the expert of sexiness in under garments."
"But luv that doesn't count!"
"Why not?"
"Because you're not going to wear anything on our wedding night. I would rather you show a certain nakedness." He smirked at Buffy.
They abruptly stopped in front of Giles' apartment.
"Ok, you can pick the table cloths."
"Can't I do the invitations?" Spike pouted like a little child wanting a pony but knowing he'll never get one.
"I thought we could do that together." Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's waist.
"I want to do something on my own. Have a little uniqueness of my individualism." He pouted out his lower lip.
"Stop that. You're distracting me."
"Hey guys? Why don't you come into the lukewarm apartment, I still can't leave this house." Oz said out the window.
"Okay comin' Oz." Buffy grabbed Spike's hand and they walked inside.
"So, that's a definite 'NO' on the black dress then?"
"Ow, pet that hurts." Buffy instantly loosened her grip on Spike's hand.
"Sorry honey, I'm just super excited." Buffy said jumping up and down slightly.
"Really? Couldn't tell because I'm hopping with bloody joy luv." Spike said flatly.
Buffy narrowed her eyes to thin slits. "Oh, I see how it is. You're marrying me for my body! You don't care about me at all. I'm just your next lay. Tell your stupid vamp friends that **YOU** had a slayer all hot for you. IS THAT IT SPIKE?"
"No, luv. I'd never use you, ever. I want to marry you and having your body is an extra perk." He gently placed a soft chicken peck kiss on her lips. "And if I did use you you'd beat me to bloody pulp."
Buffy laughed slightly. Both of their eyes drifted over to Parker. The look on Parker's face was absolutely priceless.
"Sorry mate, didn't realize you were there. You can leave now." Parker seemed to be rooted to the ground with shock. "Go on shoo. Be a good dog." Parker gasped at the comment and turned his heel and huffed off.
"Ok, let me see. I'll have to pick out the dress, it has to be sleeveless long and ruffled at the bottom!" Buffy went on walking; she grabbed Spike's hand.
"Can the dress be midnight black."
"NO!"
"Blood red then?"
"NO! Spike it has to be pearl white!"
"Why? Pearl white is a daft idea. Black is sexier and white can stain easier! One slip of the wine glass and the dress would be ruined."
"SPIKE! I will not wear a black wedding dress!"
"So, you'll wear a ruby red wedding dress!"
"Spike, I'm wearing a **white** wedding dress! And that's final."
"HEY! Don't I get a say in this little powwow?"
"NO!" Buffy snapped.
"I have pick out something for the wedding, if not I'm going to be surrounded by hundreds of bright flowers and white dove birds flying over my head-"
"Hey, that's good idea. Doves at my wedding! They'd fly around and hold up my 50 feet of **white** wedding dress. That would look so pretty as a picture! I wonder how much a photographer would be here. Because my mom's friend got this great deal in LA.. WAIT LET'S HAVE THE WEDDING IN LA!"
"UGH."
"Ok, ok. You can help out with a certain problem that's nagging me in the back of my mind."
"Not the sodding table china."
"No, the dress I'm going to wear on the wedding night. I thought you would be the expert of sexiness in under garments."
"But luv that doesn't count!"
"Why not?"
"Because you're not going to wear anything on our wedding night. I would rather you show a certain nakedness." He smirked at Buffy.
They abruptly stopped in front of Giles' apartment.
"Ok, you can pick the table cloths."
"Can't I do the invitations?" Spike pouted like a little child wanting a pony but knowing he'll never get one.
"I thought we could do that together." Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's waist.
"I want to do something on my own. Have a little uniqueness of my individualism." He pouted out his lower lip.
"Stop that. You're distracting me."
"Hey guys? Why don't you come into the lukewarm apartment, I still can't leave this house." Oz said out the window.
"Okay comin' Oz." Buffy grabbed Spike's hand and they walked inside.
"So, that's a definite 'NO' on the black dress then?"