A/N Sorry about all this misspelling and grammer. My winword stopped
working and I'm working on that Note pad thing. It doesn't have spell
check. Not to mention that I've been busy with my new puppy and I was in a
car wreck on Saturday. I'm ok, but my car is totaled. *tear*
Buffy stood outside her and Angel's house on the front porch. Angel was unlocking the door for them. Dawn was staying the night at Willow and Tara's and Giles was shacked up at Xander and Anya's apartment. The reception hadn't been over when Buffy and Angel left, but they had wanted to get away from the crowd.
"There." Angel said, opening the door. He turned to Buffy and swept her off her feet.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
"You wanted traditional, right? Well, I have to walk you across the threshold. Unless you wanna carry me across." Buffy laughed as Angel walked through the door and into the darkened foyer. Lots of wedding gifts were piled in the living room. Some were open and others were still wrapped because they hadn't gotten to them all at the wedding shower.
Angel carried Buffy all the way up to their bedroom and set her down. She walked away and headed towards the bathroom. "Where're you going?" he asked.
"To get your present."
"Present? You got me a present? I didn't get you anything!"
"I didn't get it for you. Lita did." Buffy called from the bathroom.
"Lita?"
"Yeah. She gave it to me at my Bachlorette party."
"You had a Bachlorette party? When?"
"Um.... The night you weren't supposed to stay the night, but you did anyway."
"Are you almost done? It's our wedding night and you're spending it in the bath.... room." Angel trailed off as Buffy walked into the room. She had on a long, empire waist, red silk nightgown. The top was sheer, but strategically placed flowers covered the goods underneath the fabric. Buffy did a little turn and showed off the way the fabric clung to all the right places.
"You like?" Buffy asked.
"Me like lots."
"Good, because I'm going to sleep now."
"What!?"
"Just kidding." Buffy gentley pushed Angel back onto the bed and straddled him, smothering his lips with hers.
Angel flipped her over and laid between her legs. "You know, that thing was almost pointless."
"Why's that?"
"Because it's going to come off in about five minutes."
"Oh." Buffy brought Angel's lips back to hers.
As Angel promised, the nightgown was gone in five minutes and Buffy was lying naked under a boxers clad Angel. She stripped those off and bucked her hips slightly, hinting at what she wanted. Angel happily obliged and thrust deeply into her. At first it was slow and full of pleasure, but as they built towards their climaxes, their speed increased and the lust took over. It drove them to the edge over and over and over again. When the sun rose, they lay in bed watching the beauty of it as they were wrapped in each other's arms.
Angel stood and threw on his silk boxers. Buffy sat up and wrapped the sheet around her chest. "Where're you going?" she asked.
"To make breakfast. I don't know about you, but for some odd reason I'm craving pancakes." Angel said with a smirk.
"But you don't need to eat."
"Hence the odd reason. I don't really care right now why I'm craving pancakes. I just the best night of my life and I want to make it a good, no great morning."
"We don't need pancakes for that."
"I was going to make bacon, eggs, and fruit balls to go with it. Not to mention the blueberries that will be added into the pancake batter."
"Ok. Get gone! I want those pancakes!"
Angel laughed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Buffy searched around for her clothes, but none were to be found. They were probably buried in the comforter which was all the way across the room. Not wanting to get up and pad over there naked, Buffy reached out and grabbed one of Angel's silk shirts from the chair next to her bed. She buttoned it and headed to the bathroom. When Buffy looked in the mirror, she didn't really feel like she was looking at the same Buffy anymore. Sure, she looked exactly the same, but this Buffy was older and married.
"Mrs. Buffy Callaghan." Buffy said in the mirror. "Mrs. Buffy Summers- Callaghan." She scrunched her nose up at the sound of it. "Too long. Mrs. Buffy Callaghan." She smiled broadly and started to brush her hair. The whole while she hummed "This I Promise You" to herself.
As Buffy descended the stairs, the smell of fried bacon and pancake batter hit her nostrils. She smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Hello Mr. Callaghan."
"Hello Mrs. Callaghan." Angel replied with a kiss to Buffy's lips.
"Smells good."
"My cooking always smells good."
"Will I get to wake up to this every morning for the rest of my life?"
"Not every morning. It depends on what we did the night before." Angel winked at her and turned back to the pancakes on the griddle.
Buffy smiled at him as she watched her husband (*HEHE!* Buffy thought. *My husband!*) cook breakfast. She looked over at the mirowave clock. "11:28!"
"Yeah." Angel said, putting two freshly made pancakes on a plate already stock-piled with bacon and eggs. "Why?"
"Willow was supposed to bring Dawn home at 11:30! She has an FBLA thing today at one."
"So?"
"She's going to ruin our perfect morning together. It's our first morning as husband and wife." Buffy pouted.
Angel bent down and went to kiss her, but instead gently bit her bottom lip. "Don't pout. Or else I'll take away your blueberries." Buffy took the plate before Angel could react. He smiled at her. "Besides, we can have other mornings where it's just us."
As if on cue, the front door burst open and Dawn's voice floated through the house. "Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan!?" She giggled and walked into the kitchen. "Geez! Did you guys just get up? Oh pancakes!"
Dawn reached for one, but Buffy slapped her hand away. "Next time you're pulling back a nub. Anyways, you don't have time. That FBLA thing starts at one and you need to be there at 12:45. Get your butt upstairs and get showered and dressed."
"I should say the same for you two." Dawn turned and Angel greeted her with a plain blueberry pancake and two strips of bacon. She took them gratefully and headed upstairs.
"It's not hard to see that you two are sisters. You're eating habits are just the same." Angel said.
"Compared to yours?" Buffy asked, popping a forkful of pancakes into her mouth.
"Speaking of...."
"I'll get it." Buffy shoved herself up and walked to the refrigerator. She brought out a container filled with thick red liquid and poured some into a mug. She put the container back and stuck the mug in the microwave for 30 seconds. It dinged and Buffy set the mug in front of Angel. "Perfect temperature. Not too cold, not too hot. Just right."
"Thank you my beautiful goddess."
"You're more than welcome. You can just pay me back later." Buffy stood and put her now empty plate in the sink.
Angel stood and stared at her as he finished off his plate. He had had something on his mind for a while now and he didn't know how to pose the question to his wife. The thought had first occured to him as he was getting the final touches on his tux done. Angel wanted to take Buffy on a honeymoon. To where, he wasn't sure yet. The only problem was: they had a life here that they needed to watch. It had been too peaceful of late. Something bad was bound to happen soon. Buffy knew it as well as Angel did and he didn't want her to be faced with the decision of staying here or going away on her honeymoon when things could get Apocalypse-y. She would feel guilty if something bad happened while she on a pleasure trip. *Pleasure being the key word.* he thought.
"So anyways, I think we should go." Buffy said.
"Hmm? Go where?" Angel asked.
"Were you even listening to me at all? I've been talking for, like, five minutes."
"I'm sorry. I was, uh.... lost in lust and love for you."
"Well, time to snap out of it. We have parenting to do."
"Parenting?"
"Yeah. I was saying that maybe we should go support Dawn today and go to the Car Wash slash Bake Sale thing."
"Car wash and bake sale?"
"Yeah. That's the FBLA thing that Dawn's doing today. You go and get your car washed for a dollar and while you wait, you get to buy sugary goodness."
"Sounds.... PTA-ish."
"No. It's FBLA-ish. They're trying to raise money to go on a field trip to Los Angeles to take a tour of some law firm up there. Wolfram and Hart I think." Buffy rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher. "Why does that sound so familiar?"
"I don't know. Maybe one of the lawyers for your parents' divorce came form there?"
"No. They settled most of it out of court. The only thing they did in court was the paperwork."
"Hmm.... past life?"
"Oh yeah, that's original."
"Just kidding."
"Oh well. After Dawn leaves, we can get dressed."
"Do we have to? I like this almost naked thing we got going. This breakfast bar looks mighty tempting to me."
"Hmm...." Buffy sashayed up to him and pressed her body against his seductively. "We can make it a quickie...." Angel smiled. "After we get back from Dawn's FBLA thing."
Angel groaned and followed Buffy up the stairs. Dawn was just on her way out and into her room from the shower. She made some comment about get a room which reminded Buffy of something she wanted to talk to Angel about. She led him into their room and shut the door.
"Oh, I like this." Angel said, moving with Buffy to the bed.
"Not what I had in mind. Well, not the first thing on my mind, but definitely second." Buffy said.
"What's first on your mind?"
"I was thinking, maybe we should move into mom's old room."
"Why? Your.... Our room's just fine."
"I know it is, but don't you think it's time we.... you know, grew up? This room is so.... girlish."
"You're a girl."
"And you're not. Mom's room has that parental feel. Plus it's the biggest and with our sexcapades of late, we're going to need a lot more space."
"Buffy, it would feel kinda weird. It was your mom's room. I know that she accepted that we have sex, but it would feel really, really odd having sex in her room."
"Angel, you are so old fashioned sometimes. It's just a room." Angel stared at her and she pouted her lips. "Pwease? Because you love me so much?"
"I'll think about it."
"Promise?"
"Always."
"Good. I'm going to take a shower. Care to join?"
"Again: Always."
Buffy waltzed into the bathroom with Angel hot on her heels. Half way through their shower, Dawn called out that she was leaving. Once they were finished, they quickly got dressed and headed out to the convertible.
Buffy stood outside her and Angel's house on the front porch. Angel was unlocking the door for them. Dawn was staying the night at Willow and Tara's and Giles was shacked up at Xander and Anya's apartment. The reception hadn't been over when Buffy and Angel left, but they had wanted to get away from the crowd.
"There." Angel said, opening the door. He turned to Buffy and swept her off her feet.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
"You wanted traditional, right? Well, I have to walk you across the threshold. Unless you wanna carry me across." Buffy laughed as Angel walked through the door and into the darkened foyer. Lots of wedding gifts were piled in the living room. Some were open and others were still wrapped because they hadn't gotten to them all at the wedding shower.
Angel carried Buffy all the way up to their bedroom and set her down. She walked away and headed towards the bathroom. "Where're you going?" he asked.
"To get your present."
"Present? You got me a present? I didn't get you anything!"
"I didn't get it for you. Lita did." Buffy called from the bathroom.
"Lita?"
"Yeah. She gave it to me at my Bachlorette party."
"You had a Bachlorette party? When?"
"Um.... The night you weren't supposed to stay the night, but you did anyway."
"Are you almost done? It's our wedding night and you're spending it in the bath.... room." Angel trailed off as Buffy walked into the room. She had on a long, empire waist, red silk nightgown. The top was sheer, but strategically placed flowers covered the goods underneath the fabric. Buffy did a little turn and showed off the way the fabric clung to all the right places.
"You like?" Buffy asked.
"Me like lots."
"Good, because I'm going to sleep now."
"What!?"
"Just kidding." Buffy gentley pushed Angel back onto the bed and straddled him, smothering his lips with hers.
Angel flipped her over and laid between her legs. "You know, that thing was almost pointless."
"Why's that?"
"Because it's going to come off in about five minutes."
"Oh." Buffy brought Angel's lips back to hers.
As Angel promised, the nightgown was gone in five minutes and Buffy was lying naked under a boxers clad Angel. She stripped those off and bucked her hips slightly, hinting at what she wanted. Angel happily obliged and thrust deeply into her. At first it was slow and full of pleasure, but as they built towards their climaxes, their speed increased and the lust took over. It drove them to the edge over and over and over again. When the sun rose, they lay in bed watching the beauty of it as they were wrapped in each other's arms.
Angel stood and threw on his silk boxers. Buffy sat up and wrapped the sheet around her chest. "Where're you going?" she asked.
"To make breakfast. I don't know about you, but for some odd reason I'm craving pancakes." Angel said with a smirk.
"But you don't need to eat."
"Hence the odd reason. I don't really care right now why I'm craving pancakes. I just the best night of my life and I want to make it a good, no great morning."
"We don't need pancakes for that."
"I was going to make bacon, eggs, and fruit balls to go with it. Not to mention the blueberries that will be added into the pancake batter."
"Ok. Get gone! I want those pancakes!"
Angel laughed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Buffy searched around for her clothes, but none were to be found. They were probably buried in the comforter which was all the way across the room. Not wanting to get up and pad over there naked, Buffy reached out and grabbed one of Angel's silk shirts from the chair next to her bed. She buttoned it and headed to the bathroom. When Buffy looked in the mirror, she didn't really feel like she was looking at the same Buffy anymore. Sure, she looked exactly the same, but this Buffy was older and married.
"Mrs. Buffy Callaghan." Buffy said in the mirror. "Mrs. Buffy Summers- Callaghan." She scrunched her nose up at the sound of it. "Too long. Mrs. Buffy Callaghan." She smiled broadly and started to brush her hair. The whole while she hummed "This I Promise You" to herself.
As Buffy descended the stairs, the smell of fried bacon and pancake batter hit her nostrils. She smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Hello Mr. Callaghan."
"Hello Mrs. Callaghan." Angel replied with a kiss to Buffy's lips.
"Smells good."
"My cooking always smells good."
"Will I get to wake up to this every morning for the rest of my life?"
"Not every morning. It depends on what we did the night before." Angel winked at her and turned back to the pancakes on the griddle.
Buffy smiled at him as she watched her husband (*HEHE!* Buffy thought. *My husband!*) cook breakfast. She looked over at the mirowave clock. "11:28!"
"Yeah." Angel said, putting two freshly made pancakes on a plate already stock-piled with bacon and eggs. "Why?"
"Willow was supposed to bring Dawn home at 11:30! She has an FBLA thing today at one."
"So?"
"She's going to ruin our perfect morning together. It's our first morning as husband and wife." Buffy pouted.
Angel bent down and went to kiss her, but instead gently bit her bottom lip. "Don't pout. Or else I'll take away your blueberries." Buffy took the plate before Angel could react. He smiled at her. "Besides, we can have other mornings where it's just us."
As if on cue, the front door burst open and Dawn's voice floated through the house. "Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan!?" She giggled and walked into the kitchen. "Geez! Did you guys just get up? Oh pancakes!"
Dawn reached for one, but Buffy slapped her hand away. "Next time you're pulling back a nub. Anyways, you don't have time. That FBLA thing starts at one and you need to be there at 12:45. Get your butt upstairs and get showered and dressed."
"I should say the same for you two." Dawn turned and Angel greeted her with a plain blueberry pancake and two strips of bacon. She took them gratefully and headed upstairs.
"It's not hard to see that you two are sisters. You're eating habits are just the same." Angel said.
"Compared to yours?" Buffy asked, popping a forkful of pancakes into her mouth.
"Speaking of...."
"I'll get it." Buffy shoved herself up and walked to the refrigerator. She brought out a container filled with thick red liquid and poured some into a mug. She put the container back and stuck the mug in the microwave for 30 seconds. It dinged and Buffy set the mug in front of Angel. "Perfect temperature. Not too cold, not too hot. Just right."
"Thank you my beautiful goddess."
"You're more than welcome. You can just pay me back later." Buffy stood and put her now empty plate in the sink.
Angel stood and stared at her as he finished off his plate. He had had something on his mind for a while now and he didn't know how to pose the question to his wife. The thought had first occured to him as he was getting the final touches on his tux done. Angel wanted to take Buffy on a honeymoon. To where, he wasn't sure yet. The only problem was: they had a life here that they needed to watch. It had been too peaceful of late. Something bad was bound to happen soon. Buffy knew it as well as Angel did and he didn't want her to be faced with the decision of staying here or going away on her honeymoon when things could get Apocalypse-y. She would feel guilty if something bad happened while she on a pleasure trip. *Pleasure being the key word.* he thought.
"So anyways, I think we should go." Buffy said.
"Hmm? Go where?" Angel asked.
"Were you even listening to me at all? I've been talking for, like, five minutes."
"I'm sorry. I was, uh.... lost in lust and love for you."
"Well, time to snap out of it. We have parenting to do."
"Parenting?"
"Yeah. I was saying that maybe we should go support Dawn today and go to the Car Wash slash Bake Sale thing."
"Car wash and bake sale?"
"Yeah. That's the FBLA thing that Dawn's doing today. You go and get your car washed for a dollar and while you wait, you get to buy sugary goodness."
"Sounds.... PTA-ish."
"No. It's FBLA-ish. They're trying to raise money to go on a field trip to Los Angeles to take a tour of some law firm up there. Wolfram and Hart I think." Buffy rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher. "Why does that sound so familiar?"
"I don't know. Maybe one of the lawyers for your parents' divorce came form there?"
"No. They settled most of it out of court. The only thing they did in court was the paperwork."
"Hmm.... past life?"
"Oh yeah, that's original."
"Just kidding."
"Oh well. After Dawn leaves, we can get dressed."
"Do we have to? I like this almost naked thing we got going. This breakfast bar looks mighty tempting to me."
"Hmm...." Buffy sashayed up to him and pressed her body against his seductively. "We can make it a quickie...." Angel smiled. "After we get back from Dawn's FBLA thing."
Angel groaned and followed Buffy up the stairs. Dawn was just on her way out and into her room from the shower. She made some comment about get a room which reminded Buffy of something she wanted to talk to Angel about. She led him into their room and shut the door.
"Oh, I like this." Angel said, moving with Buffy to the bed.
"Not what I had in mind. Well, not the first thing on my mind, but definitely second." Buffy said.
"What's first on your mind?"
"I was thinking, maybe we should move into mom's old room."
"Why? Your.... Our room's just fine."
"I know it is, but don't you think it's time we.... you know, grew up? This room is so.... girlish."
"You're a girl."
"And you're not. Mom's room has that parental feel. Plus it's the biggest and with our sexcapades of late, we're going to need a lot more space."
"Buffy, it would feel kinda weird. It was your mom's room. I know that she accepted that we have sex, but it would feel really, really odd having sex in her room."
"Angel, you are so old fashioned sometimes. It's just a room." Angel stared at her and she pouted her lips. "Pwease? Because you love me so much?"
"I'll think about it."
"Promise?"
"Always."
"Good. I'm going to take a shower. Care to join?"
"Again: Always."
Buffy waltzed into the bathroom with Angel hot on her heels. Half way through their shower, Dawn called out that she was leaving. Once they were finished, they quickly got dressed and headed out to the convertible.
