A/N. Just a recap really, The pendant Buffy gives Spike is of the Nordic
goddess FRIGG, a man uttering her name on his wedding night is guaranteed
fertility and children. She also has the gift of seeing the future, but
never reveals it. I am sure you all remembered that any way LOL. On Buffy
and Spike's return journey they land at Sunnydale airport, it makes more
sense than LAX, after the helpful advice I was given by a reviewer. (Thank
you, you know who you are) Thanks for the reviews all!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 8
Lets get it on
They made their way to their hotel room in a haze of happiness; oblivious to the sounds around them. Buffy breathed a deep sigh of contentment as they walked down the corridor together, hand in hand with the man of her dreams.
Spike struggled to open the door urgently as Buffy entwined her limbs and lips around her new husband. "Quit it Slayer! Unless you want to cause a public scandal; by me, STAKING YOU good and proper out here." He growled.
"Promises, promises" She whispered against his neck while nibbling at its white skin.
The door gave way as Spike finally managed to negotiate it. It swung open and took them both off balance; they fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Buffy was cushioned by the fall as she landed on top of Spike; she plundered his lips with her own. Little sighs of pleasure escaping from her. Spike broke the contact, bodily lifting her off of himself. Buffy moaned at the loss of his touch.
"Spike!" She wailed.
"As much as I want to play a round of here comes the bride pet; the door is still open," He smiled. "Don't want the whole hotel witnessing our wedding night bliss; do we?" He finished, arching an eyebrow at her.
Buffy struggled to her feet, assisted by her vampire lover. She supposed he was right: they didn't want to get thrown out at this time of night, and her dress was pretty restrictive, for the activities she had planned for the evening. Not that, it would be an issue for long.
"Spike hon, I am going to go change into something more comfortable" She giggled. "I always wanted to say that corny line".
She made her way over to the chest of drawers. Opening them, her eyes alighted on her gift for him; she decided now might be the moment to give it to him. Picking up the package, she turned to face him. On seeing the anxiety in her face, he rushed to her side.
"What is it luv?" He asked.
Buffy handed him the package "For you," she said simply.
Spike took it, touching the black tissue paper it was wrapped in. He pulled at the wrappings, like an excited child at Christmas. Buffy watched him nervously, eager to witness his every emotion. He removed the lid of the box and looked inside for what seemed to Buffy, like an eternity. He raised his eyes to look at her; they were misty with unshed tears.
"Spike! What is it? Don't you like it? We can always exchange it when we get back", She said.
"Don't you dare, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen; next to you that is," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I am so glad you like it," she beamed at him.
Spike couldn't quite stop the lone tear that escaped down his cheek. Buffy's gift moved him more than he could say, it was the only real present he'd received in his unlife; oh Dru had brought him sick little trophies from some of her kills, but this was different.
Buffy touched the wetness on his face with point of one finger.
"Sorry to be such a poof luv" He apologised.
"Hey, that's okay; anyway I am going to get changed; so you can unwrap your other present". She said, running her hand down her body, leaving him in no doubt as to what the other gift was.
As soon as Buffy closed the bathroom door, Spike tore his clothes off at lightening speed; he was of course, careful not to ruin Giles's suit; the shirt however did not fare so well, several buttons were ripped off in his haste. He took the pendant from the box and slipped it over his head. He admired it in the light, tracing the strange symbol etched on its surface. He arranged his naked form on the bed, trying to decide which pose screamed come and get me!
Buffy emerged moments later from the bathroom. Her golden hair fell softly over one shoulder; she looked coyly over at Spike, who was shifting around on the bed, striking different poses. She smiled to herself, didn't he realise that he looked sexy whatever he did?
Spike suddenly noticed Buffy standing in the doorway of the bathroom, in the sheerest garment he had ever seen. He reared back in delight at the sight of her loveliness; suddenly losing his balance, he fell off the bed, landing on one of the many rugs that adorned the room; feeling like a complete nit.
"Frigg! Frigg! Oh Bollocks, Sodding hell!" Said a mortified Spike. No sooner than he had uttered these words, he felt a jolt of what felt like electricity. He started to feel incredibly Horney, which was not an unusual sensation for him, but this felt different some how.
Buffy peered over the edge of the bed alluringly. "Are you ok Spike?" she said licking her lips at the site of his manly naked frame.
He arose seductively from the floor, a hint of smile creeping over his lips, his gaze glinting with steadfast desire and something else that Buffy couldn't quite define, she didn't care, and she just knew how much she needed him.
"Slayer," he drawled.
Buffy responded to seductive timbre of his voice. He growled low in his throat and lunged at her knocking her onto the bed. His eyes looked a deeper blue, than she remembered, almost like they were glowing. Spike started to delicious things with her body, driving all thoughts of anything, but his touch from her mind.
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"Oh hell!" exclaimed Giles, handing the receiver back to Joyce.
"What's the news Rupert", she asked.
Giles sat there for a moment, taking in what he had just heard. Xander was overjoyed at having found Willow, He felt a little relief himself, and he couldn't deny it. Why couldn't the news have come a few hours earlier, then maybe Buffy and Spike would have postponed the wedding until they had got Willow back in Sunnydale. It was so much more complicated now.
"Xander and Anya are bringing Willow home, apparently she cannot break the spell from where she is; it has been in place too long", he replied.
"So you mean that every one who was a effected by it, has to be present when she reverses it?" asked Joyce.
"That's the long and the short of it, yes, the longer a spell has been cast, the more powerful it becomes," He answered.
Joyce remained silent as she took in the new information. She was worried about Buffy and surprisingly about Spike too she realised. Well, he was probably now her son-in-law now, and she had always had an unspoken fondness for him. He had a vulnerability he had allowed only her to see.
Joyce remembered when he had returned to Sunnydale the year before; she had given him hot chocolate and advice and had felt genuine pity for him until Buffy and Angel burst in, almost staking him on her kitchen counter. Ok he was a little rough around the edges, but he had a great capacity for love and he had shown that in the treatment of her daughter.
"I am worried about them, BOTH of them" She emphasised.
"Me too, if you ever tell anyone I said that, I will deny it," he said.
"Okay you're secrets safe with me; so when can we expect Willow and the others?" she asked.
"Sometime tomorrow night," Giles answered.
"Oh great, that's when Buffy said she and Spike will be back, some homecoming," she said worridly.
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"Spike, I am so tired," She gasped in between heated kisses.
"You are going to get a wedding night to remember," he purred.
"But Spike, sixteen times!" Buffy panted
"I am a vampire remember, I can go all night," he said, kissing her into silence.
Several hours later, Spike lay sprawled on the top of the bed, fast asleep. Buffy stood at the window of their room and watched the sunrise, careful that none of its harmful rays touched Spike. As the light neared the edge of the bed, she closed the drapes, leaving them in semi-darkness. The wedding night had been every thing she had hoped for, even if Spike had been a bit of an animal. She sighed contentedly and joined her sleeping husband on the bed.
This perfect interlude was passing too quickly; they would have to return to Sunnydale later that day. Buffy was not looking forward to facing her mother and Giles, but she had Spike by her side and they were legally and physically wed. She smiled as her eyes devoured his shape, being married was wonderful, and she had never known him to be so passionate as last night. She suddenly became aware that she was being observed; turning her head she looked into an unwavering blue gaze.
"Mornin' Mrs Lovejoy," he said possessively.
"Mornin' Mr Lovejoy," she replied.
Spike sat up, placing a hand on his stomach. "I am starving pet; doing a husband's duty makes a man hungry," he grinned at her mischievously.
"So last night was a duty?" she asked pretending to look hurt.
"No; an absolute pleasure, never knew being married would make me so randy, I surprised even myself last night", he replied.
"There's blood in the fridge, would have loved to seen the staff's faces when they took delivery of that yesterday; probably thought we wanted it for some kind of satanic ritual," she giggled.
"Well you have been dancing with a devil" he leered, getting up off the bed and making his way to the mini fridge.
"We have to check out tonight," Buffy informed him sadly.
Spike was busy sucking on one of the blood bags he had liberated from the fridge, he sucked it dry and turned to her, his game face in place.
"There's a lot of hours between dawn and dusk," he smiled, making his way back over to her.
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They were flying somewhere over America; Xander was fast asleep; this was the longest rest he'd had in days. Planes had proved to be pretty safe from demon attacks; Xander had taken the opportunity to rest while he could. Anya looked at Willow, who was sitting in the window seat, she felt deep vengeful anger building up inside her just looking at the witch; Xander hadn't touched her in months and it was all Willow's fault.
Willow turned seeing Anya's heated gaze. "I know! You have every reason to be angry with me, but do you think I would have gone away knowing what I had done?" asked Willow.
"All I know is that I haven't had sex in a long time," said Anya angrily.
Willow sighed, trust Anya to be thinking about herself again, but wasn't she guilty of exactly the same thing? She thought to herself. She had cast a spell out of despair and had ruined the lives of those she had loved the most. She had a lot of making up to do, Xander had already ranted at her, and she still had Buffy, Spike and Giles to face yet. This was not going to be easy, but she had faced worse, how was Giles going to be able to forgive her for six months of darkness?
Things might not be so bad with Buffy, she had only said that Spike and Buffy should get married and they hadn't, so maybe she was stressing over nothing where those two were concerned. She certainly couldn't imagine Spike and Buffy getting intimate with each other; their dislike of one another ran too deep.
All those months searching for Oz, finally finding him several days ago in the remote Chinese village of Luosiu. Luosiu had consisted of a few well- built huts, pigs and goats roamed freely around the village. Oz had been living in the Buddhist temple on an island in the middle of the nearby lake. It had taken a journey by wooden canoe to reach him; he had been under the instruction of the senior monk. Oz had even taken to wearing the robes of their order, it had been an emotional reunion; short lived by the appearance of Anya and Xander. Her friends needed her more, Oz wasn't ready to leave yet, he was still learning how to control his wolfish nature; but it had given her hope for their future.
"Well just think of all the fun you will have making up for lost time," offered Willow apologetically.
"Didn't think of it like that," replied Anya.
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"Time for us to go Spike, we don't want to miss out flights," Said Buffy.
Spike was standing near to the window, he watched the sun go down, even in all these years it still never failed to fascinate him. He sighed inwardly, this was where all the real fun and games began, going home and facing Joyce and Giles. No point in brooding about things now, that was peaches job. He got the bags off the bed and joined Buffy, who was waiting expectantly by the door.
"Come on then pet, time to face the music," he smiled.
They were snuggled up together in the back seat of the taxi, both lost in thought; all too soon they were at the airport. Spike sat on one of the benches while Buffy went up to the desk. Buffy showed the boarding passes to the woman behind the counter.
"I am sorry there seems to be a problem," Said the Woman looking at her computer screen.
"Oh, and what might that be?" asked Buffy.
"We appear to have double booked, but don't worry it's our mistake; we can bump you up to first class at no extra cost," offered the woman.
"I am not complaining," Buffy smiled at the woman taking the new tickets.
They were seated in the plane, Spike didn't look so anxious this time as the engines started up. They got up to altitude and Spike unbelted himself, becoming quite the expert with the seatbelts. He leaned over and did the same to Buffy; he pulled her up out of her seat. Dragging her with him in almost indecent haste.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I want to show you something," he grinned pulling her into the confined cubicle, and locking the door behind them.
"What if someone want the bathroom," She asked
" Well they can sodding well hold on until we've finished with it," he growled.
"So that was Vegas? I have always wanted to go there," sighed Anya.
Willow smiled at her, the journey was almost over, and this was one homecoming she wasn't looking forward to. Xander was stirring in his seat. He opened his eyes, disorientated for a moment.
"Where are we?" he asked
"Just left Vegas," Willow replied.
"Will you be okay for a minute Xander? Can't see any demons around; and I need the bathroom," Said Anya, rising from her seat.
She made her way down the aisle to the toilets; the engaged light was on, so she stood outside them; waiting and waiting. She started to get impatient. She banged on the door; receiving no answer she put her ear to the door, recoiling in shock as she heard the noises from within. Anya stomped back to her seat, her face red with anger.
"Some people are just so selfish," She declared.
"What's the matter honey?" Xander asked.
"People are having sex in the toilets," she replied.
Willow tried hard to keep a straight face at Anya's words. Xander looked around and flushed bright red.
"Could you say it any louder? I don't think the people at the back of the plane heard you," he said.
"Really? do you think we should ask one of the cabin crew to announce it over the loudspeaker?" She asked seriously.
The announcement to passengers to return to their seats came over the loudspeaker. Buffy and Spike emerged from the toilets, both looked worse for wear. Buffy giggled as she looked at Spike's hair sticking up all over the place. Spike saw the direction of her laughter, quickly raking his fingers though it, and returning to some semblance of order.
"You don't look so hot yourself Summers," he teased.
"Lovejoy," She pouted.
"Sorry pet, how could I forget?" He said kissing the tip of her nose.
They held hands as they came into land at Sunnydale International airport.
"Ready to face the in-laws? Or should I say in-law and watcher," She asked
"As ready as we will ever be," Spike replied.
TBC
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Chapter 8
Lets get it on
They made their way to their hotel room in a haze of happiness; oblivious to the sounds around them. Buffy breathed a deep sigh of contentment as they walked down the corridor together, hand in hand with the man of her dreams.
Spike struggled to open the door urgently as Buffy entwined her limbs and lips around her new husband. "Quit it Slayer! Unless you want to cause a public scandal; by me, STAKING YOU good and proper out here." He growled.
"Promises, promises" She whispered against his neck while nibbling at its white skin.
The door gave way as Spike finally managed to negotiate it. It swung open and took them both off balance; they fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Buffy was cushioned by the fall as she landed on top of Spike; she plundered his lips with her own. Little sighs of pleasure escaping from her. Spike broke the contact, bodily lifting her off of himself. Buffy moaned at the loss of his touch.
"Spike!" She wailed.
"As much as I want to play a round of here comes the bride pet; the door is still open," He smiled. "Don't want the whole hotel witnessing our wedding night bliss; do we?" He finished, arching an eyebrow at her.
Buffy struggled to her feet, assisted by her vampire lover. She supposed he was right: they didn't want to get thrown out at this time of night, and her dress was pretty restrictive, for the activities she had planned for the evening. Not that, it would be an issue for long.
"Spike hon, I am going to go change into something more comfortable" She giggled. "I always wanted to say that corny line".
She made her way over to the chest of drawers. Opening them, her eyes alighted on her gift for him; she decided now might be the moment to give it to him. Picking up the package, she turned to face him. On seeing the anxiety in her face, he rushed to her side.
"What is it luv?" He asked.
Buffy handed him the package "For you," she said simply.
Spike took it, touching the black tissue paper it was wrapped in. He pulled at the wrappings, like an excited child at Christmas. Buffy watched him nervously, eager to witness his every emotion. He removed the lid of the box and looked inside for what seemed to Buffy, like an eternity. He raised his eyes to look at her; they were misty with unshed tears.
"Spike! What is it? Don't you like it? We can always exchange it when we get back", She said.
"Don't you dare, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen; next to you that is," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I am so glad you like it," she beamed at him.
Spike couldn't quite stop the lone tear that escaped down his cheek. Buffy's gift moved him more than he could say, it was the only real present he'd received in his unlife; oh Dru had brought him sick little trophies from some of her kills, but this was different.
Buffy touched the wetness on his face with point of one finger.
"Sorry to be such a poof luv" He apologised.
"Hey, that's okay; anyway I am going to get changed; so you can unwrap your other present". She said, running her hand down her body, leaving him in no doubt as to what the other gift was.
As soon as Buffy closed the bathroom door, Spike tore his clothes off at lightening speed; he was of course, careful not to ruin Giles's suit; the shirt however did not fare so well, several buttons were ripped off in his haste. He took the pendant from the box and slipped it over his head. He admired it in the light, tracing the strange symbol etched on its surface. He arranged his naked form on the bed, trying to decide which pose screamed come and get me!
Buffy emerged moments later from the bathroom. Her golden hair fell softly over one shoulder; she looked coyly over at Spike, who was shifting around on the bed, striking different poses. She smiled to herself, didn't he realise that he looked sexy whatever he did?
Spike suddenly noticed Buffy standing in the doorway of the bathroom, in the sheerest garment he had ever seen. He reared back in delight at the sight of her loveliness; suddenly losing his balance, he fell off the bed, landing on one of the many rugs that adorned the room; feeling like a complete nit.
"Frigg! Frigg! Oh Bollocks, Sodding hell!" Said a mortified Spike. No sooner than he had uttered these words, he felt a jolt of what felt like electricity. He started to feel incredibly Horney, which was not an unusual sensation for him, but this felt different some how.
Buffy peered over the edge of the bed alluringly. "Are you ok Spike?" she said licking her lips at the site of his manly naked frame.
He arose seductively from the floor, a hint of smile creeping over his lips, his gaze glinting with steadfast desire and something else that Buffy couldn't quite define, she didn't care, and she just knew how much she needed him.
"Slayer," he drawled.
Buffy responded to seductive timbre of his voice. He growled low in his throat and lunged at her knocking her onto the bed. His eyes looked a deeper blue, than she remembered, almost like they were glowing. Spike started to delicious things with her body, driving all thoughts of anything, but his touch from her mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh hell!" exclaimed Giles, handing the receiver back to Joyce.
"What's the news Rupert", she asked.
Giles sat there for a moment, taking in what he had just heard. Xander was overjoyed at having found Willow, He felt a little relief himself, and he couldn't deny it. Why couldn't the news have come a few hours earlier, then maybe Buffy and Spike would have postponed the wedding until they had got Willow back in Sunnydale. It was so much more complicated now.
"Xander and Anya are bringing Willow home, apparently she cannot break the spell from where she is; it has been in place too long", he replied.
"So you mean that every one who was a effected by it, has to be present when she reverses it?" asked Joyce.
"That's the long and the short of it, yes, the longer a spell has been cast, the more powerful it becomes," He answered.
Joyce remained silent as she took in the new information. She was worried about Buffy and surprisingly about Spike too she realised. Well, he was probably now her son-in-law now, and she had always had an unspoken fondness for him. He had a vulnerability he had allowed only her to see.
Joyce remembered when he had returned to Sunnydale the year before; she had given him hot chocolate and advice and had felt genuine pity for him until Buffy and Angel burst in, almost staking him on her kitchen counter. Ok he was a little rough around the edges, but he had a great capacity for love and he had shown that in the treatment of her daughter.
"I am worried about them, BOTH of them" She emphasised.
"Me too, if you ever tell anyone I said that, I will deny it," he said.
"Okay you're secrets safe with me; so when can we expect Willow and the others?" she asked.
"Sometime tomorrow night," Giles answered.
"Oh great, that's when Buffy said she and Spike will be back, some homecoming," she said worridly.
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"Spike, I am so tired," She gasped in between heated kisses.
"You are going to get a wedding night to remember," he purred.
"But Spike, sixteen times!" Buffy panted
"I am a vampire remember, I can go all night," he said, kissing her into silence.
Several hours later, Spike lay sprawled on the top of the bed, fast asleep. Buffy stood at the window of their room and watched the sunrise, careful that none of its harmful rays touched Spike. As the light neared the edge of the bed, she closed the drapes, leaving them in semi-darkness. The wedding night had been every thing she had hoped for, even if Spike had been a bit of an animal. She sighed contentedly and joined her sleeping husband on the bed.
This perfect interlude was passing too quickly; they would have to return to Sunnydale later that day. Buffy was not looking forward to facing her mother and Giles, but she had Spike by her side and they were legally and physically wed. She smiled as her eyes devoured his shape, being married was wonderful, and she had never known him to be so passionate as last night. She suddenly became aware that she was being observed; turning her head she looked into an unwavering blue gaze.
"Mornin' Mrs Lovejoy," he said possessively.
"Mornin' Mr Lovejoy," she replied.
Spike sat up, placing a hand on his stomach. "I am starving pet; doing a husband's duty makes a man hungry," he grinned at her mischievously.
"So last night was a duty?" she asked pretending to look hurt.
"No; an absolute pleasure, never knew being married would make me so randy, I surprised even myself last night", he replied.
"There's blood in the fridge, would have loved to seen the staff's faces when they took delivery of that yesterday; probably thought we wanted it for some kind of satanic ritual," she giggled.
"Well you have been dancing with a devil" he leered, getting up off the bed and making his way to the mini fridge.
"We have to check out tonight," Buffy informed him sadly.
Spike was busy sucking on one of the blood bags he had liberated from the fridge, he sucked it dry and turned to her, his game face in place.
"There's a lot of hours between dawn and dusk," he smiled, making his way back over to her.
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They were flying somewhere over America; Xander was fast asleep; this was the longest rest he'd had in days. Planes had proved to be pretty safe from demon attacks; Xander had taken the opportunity to rest while he could. Anya looked at Willow, who was sitting in the window seat, she felt deep vengeful anger building up inside her just looking at the witch; Xander hadn't touched her in months and it was all Willow's fault.
Willow turned seeing Anya's heated gaze. "I know! You have every reason to be angry with me, but do you think I would have gone away knowing what I had done?" asked Willow.
"All I know is that I haven't had sex in a long time," said Anya angrily.
Willow sighed, trust Anya to be thinking about herself again, but wasn't she guilty of exactly the same thing? She thought to herself. She had cast a spell out of despair and had ruined the lives of those she had loved the most. She had a lot of making up to do, Xander had already ranted at her, and she still had Buffy, Spike and Giles to face yet. This was not going to be easy, but she had faced worse, how was Giles going to be able to forgive her for six months of darkness?
Things might not be so bad with Buffy, she had only said that Spike and Buffy should get married and they hadn't, so maybe she was stressing over nothing where those two were concerned. She certainly couldn't imagine Spike and Buffy getting intimate with each other; their dislike of one another ran too deep.
All those months searching for Oz, finally finding him several days ago in the remote Chinese village of Luosiu. Luosiu had consisted of a few well- built huts, pigs and goats roamed freely around the village. Oz had been living in the Buddhist temple on an island in the middle of the nearby lake. It had taken a journey by wooden canoe to reach him; he had been under the instruction of the senior monk. Oz had even taken to wearing the robes of their order, it had been an emotional reunion; short lived by the appearance of Anya and Xander. Her friends needed her more, Oz wasn't ready to leave yet, he was still learning how to control his wolfish nature; but it had given her hope for their future.
"Well just think of all the fun you will have making up for lost time," offered Willow apologetically.
"Didn't think of it like that," replied Anya.
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"Time for us to go Spike, we don't want to miss out flights," Said Buffy.
Spike was standing near to the window, he watched the sun go down, even in all these years it still never failed to fascinate him. He sighed inwardly, this was where all the real fun and games began, going home and facing Joyce and Giles. No point in brooding about things now, that was peaches job. He got the bags off the bed and joined Buffy, who was waiting expectantly by the door.
"Come on then pet, time to face the music," he smiled.
They were snuggled up together in the back seat of the taxi, both lost in thought; all too soon they were at the airport. Spike sat on one of the benches while Buffy went up to the desk. Buffy showed the boarding passes to the woman behind the counter.
"I am sorry there seems to be a problem," Said the Woman looking at her computer screen.
"Oh, and what might that be?" asked Buffy.
"We appear to have double booked, but don't worry it's our mistake; we can bump you up to first class at no extra cost," offered the woman.
"I am not complaining," Buffy smiled at the woman taking the new tickets.
They were seated in the plane, Spike didn't look so anxious this time as the engines started up. They got up to altitude and Spike unbelted himself, becoming quite the expert with the seatbelts. He leaned over and did the same to Buffy; he pulled her up out of her seat. Dragging her with him in almost indecent haste.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I want to show you something," he grinned pulling her into the confined cubicle, and locking the door behind them.
"What if someone want the bathroom," She asked
" Well they can sodding well hold on until we've finished with it," he growled.
"So that was Vegas? I have always wanted to go there," sighed Anya.
Willow smiled at her, the journey was almost over, and this was one homecoming she wasn't looking forward to. Xander was stirring in his seat. He opened his eyes, disorientated for a moment.
"Where are we?" he asked
"Just left Vegas," Willow replied.
"Will you be okay for a minute Xander? Can't see any demons around; and I need the bathroom," Said Anya, rising from her seat.
She made her way down the aisle to the toilets; the engaged light was on, so she stood outside them; waiting and waiting. She started to get impatient. She banged on the door; receiving no answer she put her ear to the door, recoiling in shock as she heard the noises from within. Anya stomped back to her seat, her face red with anger.
"Some people are just so selfish," She declared.
"What's the matter honey?" Xander asked.
"People are having sex in the toilets," she replied.
Willow tried hard to keep a straight face at Anya's words. Xander looked around and flushed bright red.
"Could you say it any louder? I don't think the people at the back of the plane heard you," he said.
"Really? do you think we should ask one of the cabin crew to announce it over the loudspeaker?" She asked seriously.
The announcement to passengers to return to their seats came over the loudspeaker. Buffy and Spike emerged from the toilets, both looked worse for wear. Buffy giggled as she looked at Spike's hair sticking up all over the place. Spike saw the direction of her laughter, quickly raking his fingers though it, and returning to some semblance of order.
"You don't look so hot yourself Summers," he teased.
"Lovejoy," She pouted.
"Sorry pet, how could I forget?" He said kissing the tip of her nose.
They held hands as they came into land at Sunnydale International airport.
"Ready to face the in-laws? Or should I say in-law and watcher," She asked
"As ready as we will ever be," Spike replied.
TBC