A/N. : I was reading over what I did, and I decided that on their way to the picture place, I'd have Buff ask Spike about
Halfrek, just for a topic. See how that goes!
-the picture taking place, is at the same hotel as the reception, just diff. rooms!!
-as always- action taking place
*internal thought*
-Thanks for the nice reviews for the last chapter, guys! It's so helpful and great to know that people are keeping up on the story, and
makes writing it more worthwhile.
Enjoy
Pictures
Once Spike and Buffy made it into the limo, they sat there and reflected, quietly, on the events of the day. It was obvious to Spike
that Buffy still felt something. One hint was the fact that she was still holding his hand, and sitting right next to him. Also, in the church the Buffy
had been staring at him practically the whole time the ceremony was going on, Spike could feel Buffy's gaze on him. It was as though she forgot
he could feel it when she stared at him. Buffy lays her head on his shoulder *Bloody hell, should start up so conversation...See what happens*
"So, what'd you think of the ceremony?" Spike quietly asked Buffy.
"It was nice. Something for me to look forward to, hopefully," Buffy replied, her head still on his shoulder.
"You'll be married one day pet," he said, reassuringly.
"I'm not so sure about that. It doesn't always feel that way. I always seem to be screwing things up in relationships," she sighed.
"You'll find that right guy. He's right under your nose and waiting for you to find him, whether he's another Riley or if he's
Peaches. You'll find him, or he'll find you, just when you least expect it, pet. Then you'll be as happy as possible and you'll look back today and
realize how silly you were to think that you'd never love, or you'd never marry." Spike told her with a far off look. Buffy sat there, and thought
about what he said. *Why didn't he include himself in the guys I could marry?* *I did not just think that* *Yes you did.* *No I did not!*
"What are you now, a fortune cookie?" she laughed, hoping it would shut her brain and heart's conversation up. *fortune cookie?*
*go away*
"No, I'm not a cookie. I'm just a friend, telling another friend what he thinks." *Friend, just my friend? But Spike, I lo-* *No!*
"So, we're friends then. Just friends, right?" she asked uncertainly. *Sure, Buff, sure, just friends. That's so not the situation here, girl,
and you know it. You lo-* *NO I DON'T*
"Is there something more you wanted us to be, luv?" head tilt, smiling a little *perhaps, I should hope.*
"No, no, and let's change the subject please," Buffy said dismissively. *topics to avoid, our relationship*
"What do you wanna chat about then?" he asked, rather annoyed. *Yeah, maybe I shouldn't hope*
"What'd you think of the wedding? You got my thoughts on it, now what are yours?"
"The ceremony was nice. Nice to see you happy. You looked beautiful," his voice softened, before going back to normal. "Though,
all of the bridesmaids looked quite nice, even Red and Glenda." *you looked the best, love*
"What about Halfrek?" *oh good Buff, he said ALL the bridesmaids looked nice, and you say 'what about Halfrek?' Way to not be
obvious* *shut up*
"Uh...she looked nice too...So-" *avoid topic, please, luv*
"How do you know her?" Buffy said quickly. "And no avoiding the question, please. You guys know eachother, it's really obvious."
Buffy said, rather harshly. *bit possessive?*
"We...bollocks. We...Remember how I told you about my past? When I was William the Bloody Ponce?" Buffy nodded in response.
"She...she's Cecily," Spike's voice faltered as he said her name. Buffy snatched her hand away *ouch, good one, mate* *wonder why she
even remembered that...hmm*
"Oh...yeah. She had said something about you and writing poetry one time. I didn't really think about that." *so that's why I hate her*
"Yeah..." Spike said, not really knowing what else to say. He could see the hurt in her eyes, before she turned away to stare out the
window. The two didn't talk anymore on the way to the hotel.
In the limo ahead of them, a very happy Willow and Tara sat with eachother, smiling, hand-in-hand.
"I can't believe it, good-old-Xander, all married, to Anya," Willow said, looking distant for a second.
"Does that upset you? Make you jealous?" Tara asked, a bit worried. *ahhh*
"No, no! Maybe a long time ago but not now. I mean, not jealous, just well, Xander's like my brother. So, it's not like I- wanna -marry-
you-, Xander- type jealousy. It's more of, great, now he has the legal right to leave me out. It's silly," Willow shook her head. *she's so cute*
"Oh, Willow. It's not silly, it's just natural. Of course you'd feel that way. But just think, now that you'll have more time to
yourself, than before, you have more time for us..." Tara winked, grinning seductively, with a sparkly in her eye. Willow returned the smile.
"Good point! Now we just have to get Buffy and Dawn married, and we're all on our own. All alone....." Willow said happily, and
Tara leaned over to gave her a kiss. "I'm so happy that we're together again, Tara. It, it makes me feel stronger."
"Me too. Hope we get there soon, or else, I'm afraid I won't be wearing this dress much longer!" she said, and Willow giggled, so
pleased to be with Tara again.
Everyone finally arrived at the hotel. All the guests were sent to the recpetion room, to wait for the pictures to be done. Xander
and Anya's immediate family and Xander's immediate family. That consisted of D'Hoffryn, Halfreck, Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and the
bridesmaids and groomsmen. The room where the pictures were taking place was simple. The walls were cream white, as what the
rug. The chairs were the same color, too. There were, of course, cream white pillars, with satin red ribbons around them. The place
where the pictures were to be, was in the middle of the room, the area surround by two large white pillars on both sides.
"Bonjour, my name is Pierre. And today, I will be performing your pictures for this very happy day!" a man with a black and white
striped shirt said. He had on a red scarf, and one of those strange hats that the French wear. He had no accent, but obviously wanted to
be French. He had the think mustache, no hair, black pants, look going. "Where is the lovely couple?" everyone else kind of turned away,
except Anya.
"We're right here! I'm the bride!" Anya said happily, yanking Xander with her.
"Lovely Lady! But your husband looks a bit pale, is something wrong?" he asked.
"Ahh, no, nothing at all. Just, tired..yea," Xander explained, pulling at his collar, only to have his hands smacked by Pierre.
"There will be no collar pulling! Now, let's start!" he slapped Xander in the back, causing Xander to turn red. "Very good, there's some
colour for you!"
The first picture was of Xander and Anya together. The two stood together, with Xander's arms around Anya, while her hands were on
the sides of his face. They were staring at eachother. The next one had Anya in a white chair, with Xander on one knee, while they smiled for
the camera. After that the picture had Anya on Xander's lap, the two smiling happily at the camera. Pierre couldn't help but to add another
pic of her, still on his lap, while gazing into eachother's eyes. It truly captured the love between them, and made everyone in the room smile.
Even Xander's parents. Next up, was the pictures of all of the men. Xander stood in between them, while Giles and Spike were on one side
and Orchi and Fortus and Bambus on the other. It was a cute picture. Then, Xander asked for one with Giles, Spike, and himself. Xander
was in the middle and Giles on the left, with Spike on the right. They had their arms on eachothers shoulders, looking quite manly, but it was
obvious that each guy generally liked eachother, with the smiles, for that moment at least. No matter how much Xander hated Spike, he was the
only guy there, save Giles. So, Xander had in some ways, taken a, sort of acceptance to him, as had Spike for Xander. Once they were done
it was the ladies turn.
Anya stood in the middle, with her bouquet, while Buffy and Dawn stood on one side, while Halfrek, Tara, and Willow were on the
other. Following that, Anya had one with Halfrek and Buffy, she had considered them her closest friends, because she could only chose
two. After, that they had all of the bridesmaids, and then all of the groomsmen. Then they had them all together.
"Oh my, I still have a picture left on my role. How about the maid of honour and best man come and-maybe not," Pierre said, his had that
'blaaah' sound to it seeing the looks that Gile and Halfrek gave at the idea. Then he looked over and saw Buffy and Spike, standing by eachother.
"You two! Billy Idol, wanna be, though I think that you're much better looking!" he called, alarming Spike. "Yes you, cutie pie, and bring your
blonde sweetheart over here." Spike and Buffy exchanged a look. "Stand here, in front of my camera."
"Why?" Spike asked. *Bloody Ponce*
"Because I wanna get a picture!! You two capture the meaning of this day," he exclaimed, happily.
"Which would be?" Buffy asked him, eyeing Spike. *God help me, I so wanna punch this guy*
"True love and happiness of course, Sillies! You two are the total and complete embodies of it, save the bride and groom. Hopefully your
little lover here will catch the bouquet! And you must call me of course!" Buffy was about to protest until-"No more comments! Let's
begin! Allez, allez!"
He had Buffy sitting in a simple white chair, looking down at Spike, who was on his knee. Buffy's hand was on her lap, which Pierre
had Spike put his hand over. Pierre had Spike put his hand on the side of her face on facing the camera, and he had Buffy put her other hand
on top of his. The two stared into eachother's eyes, and it was suddenly obvious something was going on, just from the looks in their eyes.
"I think that they gave eachother orgasms," Anya said aloud, causing Giles, Willow, Tara, and Xander to stare at her. "What? Look at them.
Are you all blind?" her voice becoming shrill. *are these humans always stupid, cuz i'm not stupid* "Can't you just see the passion in
Buffy's eyes, and the love in Spike's?"
"Plus, they do look good together," Tara added. *might as well enocourage this goodness, so they could have another chance. Just like
me and my girl* Tara smiled to herself.
"Hmm, they do look really go together," Willow commented to Tara, who looked off to the side.
"I hate to say it, but they do," Xander agreed, causing everyone to exchange looks, knowing how he felt about
Spike, let alone, Buffy and Spike. "Look, I know I'm an ass to him and all, but I don't know you guys. If Buffy wants to be with him, then she
wants to be with him. This wedding, this day, it's made me see that people should be allowed to love who they love. I mean, I'm not
married to a saint, but I love her, and she loves me. That's what counts," Xander said, as though he finally saw the light.
"Quite true, quite true," Giles nodded, agreeing with them, for some strange reason.
After getting a new role of film, he decided to have the parents. He made D'Hoffryn sit on the chair, and Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris
on either side of him. He only took one of them, because, they did not really seem to like eachother. Finally, after an hour, the photographer
called, "All right, people, all right. Now I just want to have pictures of each and every one of you, let's get the show on the road!"
Xander and Anya sat in front of the group on a bench. Halfrek sat on the left arm of the bench, by Anya, and Giles sat on the right
arms of the bench, by Xander. By Giles, was Buffy, standing, with Spike's arm around her lower back. Next to Halfrek was Orchi, with his arm
around Willow. Who was next to Bambus, with his arm around Tara. Spike stood by Dawn, eyeing Fortus, who was next to her, from time to
time, making sure Fortus just had his arm around her, and that was all he did. D'Hoffryn stood in the middle behind Xander and Anya, with
Mr. Harris behind Anya, and Mrs. Harris behind Xander. With that, pictures were over, and it was time to enter the reception room.
So now, do you wonder why at weddings, pictures always take so long?
Halfrek, just for a topic. See how that goes!
-the picture taking place, is at the same hotel as the reception, just diff. rooms!!
-as always- action taking place
*internal thought*
-Thanks for the nice reviews for the last chapter, guys! It's so helpful and great to know that people are keeping up on the story, and
makes writing it more worthwhile.
Enjoy
Pictures
Once Spike and Buffy made it into the limo, they sat there and reflected, quietly, on the events of the day. It was obvious to Spike
that Buffy still felt something. One hint was the fact that she was still holding his hand, and sitting right next to him. Also, in the church the Buffy
had been staring at him practically the whole time the ceremony was going on, Spike could feel Buffy's gaze on him. It was as though she forgot
he could feel it when she stared at him. Buffy lays her head on his shoulder *Bloody hell, should start up so conversation...See what happens*
"So, what'd you think of the ceremony?" Spike quietly asked Buffy.
"It was nice. Something for me to look forward to, hopefully," Buffy replied, her head still on his shoulder.
"You'll be married one day pet," he said, reassuringly.
"I'm not so sure about that. It doesn't always feel that way. I always seem to be screwing things up in relationships," she sighed.
"You'll find that right guy. He's right under your nose and waiting for you to find him, whether he's another Riley or if he's
Peaches. You'll find him, or he'll find you, just when you least expect it, pet. Then you'll be as happy as possible and you'll look back today and
realize how silly you were to think that you'd never love, or you'd never marry." Spike told her with a far off look. Buffy sat there, and thought
about what he said. *Why didn't he include himself in the guys I could marry?* *I did not just think that* *Yes you did.* *No I did not!*
"What are you now, a fortune cookie?" she laughed, hoping it would shut her brain and heart's conversation up. *fortune cookie?*
*go away*
"No, I'm not a cookie. I'm just a friend, telling another friend what he thinks." *Friend, just my friend? But Spike, I lo-* *No!*
"So, we're friends then. Just friends, right?" she asked uncertainly. *Sure, Buff, sure, just friends. That's so not the situation here, girl,
and you know it. You lo-* *NO I DON'T*
"Is there something more you wanted us to be, luv?" head tilt, smiling a little *perhaps, I should hope.*
"No, no, and let's change the subject please," Buffy said dismissively. *topics to avoid, our relationship*
"What do you wanna chat about then?" he asked, rather annoyed. *Yeah, maybe I shouldn't hope*
"What'd you think of the wedding? You got my thoughts on it, now what are yours?"
"The ceremony was nice. Nice to see you happy. You looked beautiful," his voice softened, before going back to normal. "Though,
all of the bridesmaids looked quite nice, even Red and Glenda." *you looked the best, love*
"What about Halfrek?" *oh good Buff, he said ALL the bridesmaids looked nice, and you say 'what about Halfrek?' Way to not be
obvious* *shut up*
"Uh...she looked nice too...So-" *avoid topic, please, luv*
"How do you know her?" Buffy said quickly. "And no avoiding the question, please. You guys know eachother, it's really obvious."
Buffy said, rather harshly. *bit possessive?*
"We...bollocks. We...Remember how I told you about my past? When I was William the Bloody Ponce?" Buffy nodded in response.
"She...she's Cecily," Spike's voice faltered as he said her name. Buffy snatched her hand away *ouch, good one, mate* *wonder why she
even remembered that...hmm*
"Oh...yeah. She had said something about you and writing poetry one time. I didn't really think about that." *so that's why I hate her*
"Yeah..." Spike said, not really knowing what else to say. He could see the hurt in her eyes, before she turned away to stare out the
window. The two didn't talk anymore on the way to the hotel.
In the limo ahead of them, a very happy Willow and Tara sat with eachother, smiling, hand-in-hand.
"I can't believe it, good-old-Xander, all married, to Anya," Willow said, looking distant for a second.
"Does that upset you? Make you jealous?" Tara asked, a bit worried. *ahhh*
"No, no! Maybe a long time ago but not now. I mean, not jealous, just well, Xander's like my brother. So, it's not like I- wanna -marry-
you-, Xander- type jealousy. It's more of, great, now he has the legal right to leave me out. It's silly," Willow shook her head. *she's so cute*
"Oh, Willow. It's not silly, it's just natural. Of course you'd feel that way. But just think, now that you'll have more time to
yourself, than before, you have more time for us..." Tara winked, grinning seductively, with a sparkly in her eye. Willow returned the smile.
"Good point! Now we just have to get Buffy and Dawn married, and we're all on our own. All alone....." Willow said happily, and
Tara leaned over to gave her a kiss. "I'm so happy that we're together again, Tara. It, it makes me feel stronger."
"Me too. Hope we get there soon, or else, I'm afraid I won't be wearing this dress much longer!" she said, and Willow giggled, so
pleased to be with Tara again.
Everyone finally arrived at the hotel. All the guests were sent to the recpetion room, to wait for the pictures to be done. Xander
and Anya's immediate family and Xander's immediate family. That consisted of D'Hoffryn, Halfreck, Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and the
bridesmaids and groomsmen. The room where the pictures were taking place was simple. The walls were cream white, as what the
rug. The chairs were the same color, too. There were, of course, cream white pillars, with satin red ribbons around them. The place
where the pictures were to be, was in the middle of the room, the area surround by two large white pillars on both sides.
"Bonjour, my name is Pierre. And today, I will be performing your pictures for this very happy day!" a man with a black and white
striped shirt said. He had on a red scarf, and one of those strange hats that the French wear. He had no accent, but obviously wanted to
be French. He had the think mustache, no hair, black pants, look going. "Where is the lovely couple?" everyone else kind of turned away,
except Anya.
"We're right here! I'm the bride!" Anya said happily, yanking Xander with her.
"Lovely Lady! But your husband looks a bit pale, is something wrong?" he asked.
"Ahh, no, nothing at all. Just, tired..yea," Xander explained, pulling at his collar, only to have his hands smacked by Pierre.
"There will be no collar pulling! Now, let's start!" he slapped Xander in the back, causing Xander to turn red. "Very good, there's some
colour for you!"
The first picture was of Xander and Anya together. The two stood together, with Xander's arms around Anya, while her hands were on
the sides of his face. They were staring at eachother. The next one had Anya in a white chair, with Xander on one knee, while they smiled for
the camera. After that the picture had Anya on Xander's lap, the two smiling happily at the camera. Pierre couldn't help but to add another
pic of her, still on his lap, while gazing into eachother's eyes. It truly captured the love between them, and made everyone in the room smile.
Even Xander's parents. Next up, was the pictures of all of the men. Xander stood in between them, while Giles and Spike were on one side
and Orchi and Fortus and Bambus on the other. It was a cute picture. Then, Xander asked for one with Giles, Spike, and himself. Xander
was in the middle and Giles on the left, with Spike on the right. They had their arms on eachothers shoulders, looking quite manly, but it was
obvious that each guy generally liked eachother, with the smiles, for that moment at least. No matter how much Xander hated Spike, he was the
only guy there, save Giles. So, Xander had in some ways, taken a, sort of acceptance to him, as had Spike for Xander. Once they were done
it was the ladies turn.
Anya stood in the middle, with her bouquet, while Buffy and Dawn stood on one side, while Halfrek, Tara, and Willow were on the
other. Following that, Anya had one with Halfrek and Buffy, she had considered them her closest friends, because she could only chose
two. After, that they had all of the bridesmaids, and then all of the groomsmen. Then they had them all together.
"Oh my, I still have a picture left on my role. How about the maid of honour and best man come and-maybe not," Pierre said, his had that
'blaaah' sound to it seeing the looks that Gile and Halfrek gave at the idea. Then he looked over and saw Buffy and Spike, standing by eachother.
"You two! Billy Idol, wanna be, though I think that you're much better looking!" he called, alarming Spike. "Yes you, cutie pie, and bring your
blonde sweetheart over here." Spike and Buffy exchanged a look. "Stand here, in front of my camera."
"Why?" Spike asked. *Bloody Ponce*
"Because I wanna get a picture!! You two capture the meaning of this day," he exclaimed, happily.
"Which would be?" Buffy asked him, eyeing Spike. *God help me, I so wanna punch this guy*
"True love and happiness of course, Sillies! You two are the total and complete embodies of it, save the bride and groom. Hopefully your
little lover here will catch the bouquet! And you must call me of course!" Buffy was about to protest until-"No more comments! Let's
begin! Allez, allez!"
He had Buffy sitting in a simple white chair, looking down at Spike, who was on his knee. Buffy's hand was on her lap, which Pierre
had Spike put his hand over. Pierre had Spike put his hand on the side of her face on facing the camera, and he had Buffy put her other hand
on top of his. The two stared into eachother's eyes, and it was suddenly obvious something was going on, just from the looks in their eyes.
"I think that they gave eachother orgasms," Anya said aloud, causing Giles, Willow, Tara, and Xander to stare at her. "What? Look at them.
Are you all blind?" her voice becoming shrill. *are these humans always stupid, cuz i'm not stupid* "Can't you just see the passion in
Buffy's eyes, and the love in Spike's?"
"Plus, they do look good together," Tara added. *might as well enocourage this goodness, so they could have another chance. Just like
me and my girl* Tara smiled to herself.
"Hmm, they do look really go together," Willow commented to Tara, who looked off to the side.
"I hate to say it, but they do," Xander agreed, causing everyone to exchange looks, knowing how he felt about
Spike, let alone, Buffy and Spike. "Look, I know I'm an ass to him and all, but I don't know you guys. If Buffy wants to be with him, then she
wants to be with him. This wedding, this day, it's made me see that people should be allowed to love who they love. I mean, I'm not
married to a saint, but I love her, and she loves me. That's what counts," Xander said, as though he finally saw the light.
"Quite true, quite true," Giles nodded, agreeing with them, for some strange reason.
After getting a new role of film, he decided to have the parents. He made D'Hoffryn sit on the chair, and Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris
on either side of him. He only took one of them, because, they did not really seem to like eachother. Finally, after an hour, the photographer
called, "All right, people, all right. Now I just want to have pictures of each and every one of you, let's get the show on the road!"
Xander and Anya sat in front of the group on a bench. Halfrek sat on the left arm of the bench, by Anya, and Giles sat on the right
arms of the bench, by Xander. By Giles, was Buffy, standing, with Spike's arm around her lower back. Next to Halfrek was Orchi, with his arm
around Willow. Who was next to Bambus, with his arm around Tara. Spike stood by Dawn, eyeing Fortus, who was next to her, from time to
time, making sure Fortus just had his arm around her, and that was all he did. D'Hoffryn stood in the middle behind Xander and Anya, with
Mr. Harris behind Anya, and Mrs. Harris behind Xander. With that, pictures were over, and it was time to enter the reception room.
So now, do you wonder why at weddings, pictures always take so long?