A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry my updates have been pratically non existant. Ya kno, classes startin up, my computer being
mean, and everything! I swear that I will try harder to get everything done in a decent amount of time,. Reveiws do help...
hehe.
I decided to end the story. Not this chapter, but the next one. I did this because I really, really wanna work on my other story, "Where do I go from here." Just cuz I'm coming up with a lot of ideas, ha. Sorry if you wanted me to continue, but I just really couldn't come up with anything to great. I know in my note I was all hell-bent on revenge on Buffy, but why not save it for the other story. I noticed that a lot of that was coming up in my ideas for the story. So, ya. I think next chapter will be the last for this story. sorry if that makes you upset!! really, I am. but if i get enuff feedback about ending my this
story, i culd reconsider, but i don't know. I'm really stuck on finishing this up!!
Disclaimers on the songs: (i really couldn't resist the songs):
1. 'Feels like Home to me'- from the Michael Soundtrack.
I think Bonnie Rait, but I don't know
The reception went on and everyone was having a great time. It was apparent to all of the scoobies and Riley and Sam
that Spike and Buffy had made some kind of peace, again. Later that night, Sam had finally decided to go and talk to Buffy.
"So Buffy, what's up with you and that vampire, Spike? Wasn't he the doctor?" she asked, carefully watching Buffy's expression, to see if she could read her feelings for him.
"Yes, I think so... But, that...I don't know, Sam. It's just something that I need. Spike, is, I mean. I don't even know where this thing we have is going, though," Buffy explained, trying to understand it herself.
"I understand that, Buffy. You love who you love. Can't change it," Sam smiled knowingly.
"I never said-"
"You don't have to," Sam smiled, before walking away, leaving a flabbergasted Buffy.
*Am I really that obvious?* *Yes.*great.*
"Hey," Spike said, looking relieved to see her.
"You all right?" Buffy smiled, noticing that Spike was looking around like a deer searching for poachers or something.
"I have female demons, vampires, and humans chasing me. That's not a good thing, right?" Spike explained, ducking down.
Buffy looked over and saw Xander's heavy set aunt running towards him. Buffy giggled, and turned to her left, and saw and heard a female demon screaming out Spike's name, then she saw some girl vampire get all 'grr face' to the demon. Buffy quickly grabbed Spike by the arm, and ran him outside.
The two were laughing hysterically by the time they made it out. Spike smiled happily, watching Buffy so amused, and
happy. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Why do you always do that?" Buffy asked, like a child scrunching up her nose.
"Do what?" Spike said.
"That!" she exaclaimed, pointing at his cigarette.
"Relaxes me, and it's not gunna kill me anytime soon. And sorta habit," Spike explained.
"I think it smells bad and it's stupid," she told him matter-of-factly.
"Well, that's nice... Wanna puff?" he offered.
"Oh right. Last time you wanted me to try doing something that you did, it was alcohol. And remember how that turned out?" she cringed, thinking of the kitten poker and her more drunk than a sailor.
"That was pretty funny, luv, watchin you tryin to fight that demon and all," Spike said to her.
"Was not. Ugh," she groaned.
"But you had fun. And besides. Smoking doesn't cause you to get smashed or anything like that," he said, still holding the cigarette out. His eyes silently dared her. *Oh to hell with it! Might as well try it, specially since he's smirking
like that...God he's so hot* *God, I'm such a girl*
"Ugh....maybe I'll try a little bit," she sheepishly said, taking it from him. She brought it to her lips.
"Just don't in-..." *too late, luv.* "hale..." Buffy starting coughing loudly, and was not very pleased. Spike was
laughing, as she was hacking, and turning a pretty shade of red from embarrasment.
"You could've warned me sooner," she coughed. Spike chuckled as she held her nose and started coughing a bit more. "It tastes bad. Now I need something that tastes good. Let's go back in and get a-" Buffy was cut off by Spike's lips on hers. It tasted like alcohol, smoke, and something that was purely Spike, just like he smelled. *this tastes nice* she thought.
Spike slipped his tongue into her mouth, as her tongue massaged his own. His hands moved up and down her waist, wishing
she did not have the damned dress on. Buffy's hands gripped his own waist, leaving bruises, as his lips roughly carressed
Buffy's. Buffy could feel Spike's need against her, and he could hear her beating heart, and smell her desire. Just before
she went pull his shirt tails, so she could touch his flesh, he pulled back.
"We should get back," his voice hoarse with desire. *Why are you such a poof, mate?*
"Right," she hurried inside, applying lipstick quickly, with Spike following her.
By 12, most of the parents and left, and by 1:30, the only people there were the wedding party and dj. He decided to finish up at about 1:55, with a slow song. "I've had a great time hosting this wedding, between Xander and Anya Harris! Best wishes, you guys! Here's one more number to finish the night off, or perhaps get it started.." he laughed.
With that said, everyone headed to the dance floor for one last dance that night.
~Something in your eyes makes me wanna loose myself,~
Anya wrapped her arms around Xander's neck contently, while thinking about the kinky things she would do to torture him tonight.
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your eyes.~
Xander held Anya tightly, and just gazed into the eyes of the woman he loved the
most.
~There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
"Well, Mrs. Harris, I'd say our wedding was quite the success," Xander said, smiling.
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life.~
"I agree," she nodded, and the two shared a kiss.
~And if you knew how lonely my life has been and how numb I've been, so hollow.~
Buffy and Spike moved to the music, their gazes not leaving eachother's, feeling everything they had always felt. Lust,
want, need, but something new for Buffy. Love. They were both feeling love.
~And if you knew, how I wanted to come along and change my life the way you've done.~
Tara and Willow smiled at eachother. "Wanna go home?" Tara asked.
"You betcha," Willow smiled, before waving to Xander and Anya, and the two witches left.
~It feels like home to me, feels like home to me~
Spike and Buffy snuck out of the room
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from.~
Standing in the elevator
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me.~
In the elevator, Buffy and Spike stood there, not knowing what was actually going to happen, but then Spike leaned
over and kissed Buffy softly, out of no where.
~It feels like I'm all they way back where I belong.~
That soft kiss turned into something much more, and suddenly, they both new what tonight was about.
~A window breaks, down a long dark street,
and the siren rings in the night.~
Suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Harris walk in, pretty drunk. "I thought you said you left your Goddamn purse in here."
"Well, I thought I did, it's probably in that car," Mrs. Harris screamed back, as the two walked out yelling.
~But I am all right, cuz I have you here with me and I can almost see,
Through the dark there is light.~
Xander stared as they walked out, and felt Anya tighten her grip on him, and he saw her looking at him lovingly. He
was safe, they would be fine, and they'd never end up like that.
~And if you knew how much this moment means to me, and how long I've waited for your touch~
Xander smiled. Anya did, too. "Tell me we'll never end up like that, Xander," she said, expecting some sort of wariness.
"An, we could never, will never, ever end like that," Xander's voice was so strong and sure, it touched Anya's heart.
"I know. Just wanted to make sure you knew."
~And if you knew how happy you are making me, I never thought that I'd love anyone so much.~
They were the only two people there, and yet that was fine.
By that time, Buffy and Spike had managed to get into Buffy's room.
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me,~
Stumbling into her bedroom, the two continued with their fiery kisses
~It feels like I'm all the ways back where I come from.~
Buffy could feel Spike's desire for her, as he held her close to him.
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me.~
This was what she wanted, and what he wanted. It was all he needed and all she needed, too. Nothing more, nothing less.
Spike placed Buffy on the bed, carefully, and stood over her, looking her up and down. She stared into his eyes, while he
did so. Spike leaned forward, and got on top of her tiny body, and started kissing her. She instinctively went to rip his
shirt off, but he stopped her, by grabbing her hand. "Slowly, Buffy, slowly," he coaxed, as she started to unbutton the
shirt, while his lips grazed her neck and collarbone. He pulled Buffy up as soon as she got his shirt off. He went behind her and unzipped the dress, kissing down her back, while he unzipped the gown. Buffy gasped each time his icy lips met her burning skin. He pushed her back onto the bed, where they took her hair out of it's style, Spike kissing the locks every once and a while.
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong.~
Once they were both undressed the two began slow,heat-filled a dance, that was sure to never end. With each movement, every moan, the feeling of love for one another was heightened, until it came to a crashing halt. Leaving a soft glow of love, that completely engulfed Spike and Buffy.
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong.~
mean, and everything! I swear that I will try harder to get everything done in a decent amount of time,. Reveiws do help...
hehe.
I decided to end the story. Not this chapter, but the next one. I did this because I really, really wanna work on my other story, "Where do I go from here." Just cuz I'm coming up with a lot of ideas, ha. Sorry if you wanted me to continue, but I just really couldn't come up with anything to great. I know in my note I was all hell-bent on revenge on Buffy, but why not save it for the other story. I noticed that a lot of that was coming up in my ideas for the story. So, ya. I think next chapter will be the last for this story. sorry if that makes you upset!! really, I am. but if i get enuff feedback about ending my this
story, i culd reconsider, but i don't know. I'm really stuck on finishing this up!!
Disclaimers on the songs: (i really couldn't resist the songs):
1. 'Feels like Home to me'- from the Michael Soundtrack.
I think Bonnie Rait, but I don't know
The reception went on and everyone was having a great time. It was apparent to all of the scoobies and Riley and Sam
that Spike and Buffy had made some kind of peace, again. Later that night, Sam had finally decided to go and talk to Buffy.
"So Buffy, what's up with you and that vampire, Spike? Wasn't he the doctor?" she asked, carefully watching Buffy's expression, to see if she could read her feelings for him.
"Yes, I think so... But, that...I don't know, Sam. It's just something that I need. Spike, is, I mean. I don't even know where this thing we have is going, though," Buffy explained, trying to understand it herself.
"I understand that, Buffy. You love who you love. Can't change it," Sam smiled knowingly.
"I never said-"
"You don't have to," Sam smiled, before walking away, leaving a flabbergasted Buffy.
*Am I really that obvious?* *Yes.*great.*
"Hey," Spike said, looking relieved to see her.
"You all right?" Buffy smiled, noticing that Spike was looking around like a deer searching for poachers or something.
"I have female demons, vampires, and humans chasing me. That's not a good thing, right?" Spike explained, ducking down.
Buffy looked over and saw Xander's heavy set aunt running towards him. Buffy giggled, and turned to her left, and saw and heard a female demon screaming out Spike's name, then she saw some girl vampire get all 'grr face' to the demon. Buffy quickly grabbed Spike by the arm, and ran him outside.
The two were laughing hysterically by the time they made it out. Spike smiled happily, watching Buffy so amused, and
happy. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Why do you always do that?" Buffy asked, like a child scrunching up her nose.
"Do what?" Spike said.
"That!" she exaclaimed, pointing at his cigarette.
"Relaxes me, and it's not gunna kill me anytime soon. And sorta habit," Spike explained.
"I think it smells bad and it's stupid," she told him matter-of-factly.
"Well, that's nice... Wanna puff?" he offered.
"Oh right. Last time you wanted me to try doing something that you did, it was alcohol. And remember how that turned out?" she cringed, thinking of the kitten poker and her more drunk than a sailor.
"That was pretty funny, luv, watchin you tryin to fight that demon and all," Spike said to her.
"Was not. Ugh," she groaned.
"But you had fun. And besides. Smoking doesn't cause you to get smashed or anything like that," he said, still holding the cigarette out. His eyes silently dared her. *Oh to hell with it! Might as well try it, specially since he's smirking
like that...God he's so hot* *God, I'm such a girl*
"Ugh....maybe I'll try a little bit," she sheepishly said, taking it from him. She brought it to her lips.
"Just don't in-..." *too late, luv.* "hale..." Buffy starting coughing loudly, and was not very pleased. Spike was
laughing, as she was hacking, and turning a pretty shade of red from embarrasment.
"You could've warned me sooner," she coughed. Spike chuckled as she held her nose and started coughing a bit more. "It tastes bad. Now I need something that tastes good. Let's go back in and get a-" Buffy was cut off by Spike's lips on hers. It tasted like alcohol, smoke, and something that was purely Spike, just like he smelled. *this tastes nice* she thought.
Spike slipped his tongue into her mouth, as her tongue massaged his own. His hands moved up and down her waist, wishing
she did not have the damned dress on. Buffy's hands gripped his own waist, leaving bruises, as his lips roughly carressed
Buffy's. Buffy could feel Spike's need against her, and he could hear her beating heart, and smell her desire. Just before
she went pull his shirt tails, so she could touch his flesh, he pulled back.
"We should get back," his voice hoarse with desire. *Why are you such a poof, mate?*
"Right," she hurried inside, applying lipstick quickly, with Spike following her.
By 12, most of the parents and left, and by 1:30, the only people there were the wedding party and dj. He decided to finish up at about 1:55, with a slow song. "I've had a great time hosting this wedding, between Xander and Anya Harris! Best wishes, you guys! Here's one more number to finish the night off, or perhaps get it started.." he laughed.
With that said, everyone headed to the dance floor for one last dance that night.
~Something in your eyes makes me wanna loose myself,~
Anya wrapped her arms around Xander's neck contently, while thinking about the kinky things she would do to torture him tonight.
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your eyes.~
Xander held Anya tightly, and just gazed into the eyes of the woman he loved the
most.
~There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
"Well, Mrs. Harris, I'd say our wedding was quite the success," Xander said, smiling.
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life.~
"I agree," she nodded, and the two shared a kiss.
~And if you knew how lonely my life has been and how numb I've been, so hollow.~
Buffy and Spike moved to the music, their gazes not leaving eachother's, feeling everything they had always felt. Lust,
want, need, but something new for Buffy. Love. They were both feeling love.
~And if you knew, how I wanted to come along and change my life the way you've done.~
Tara and Willow smiled at eachother. "Wanna go home?" Tara asked.
"You betcha," Willow smiled, before waving to Xander and Anya, and the two witches left.
~It feels like home to me, feels like home to me~
Spike and Buffy snuck out of the room
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from.~
Standing in the elevator
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me.~
In the elevator, Buffy and Spike stood there, not knowing what was actually going to happen, but then Spike leaned
over and kissed Buffy softly, out of no where.
~It feels like I'm all they way back where I belong.~
That soft kiss turned into something much more, and suddenly, they both new what tonight was about.
~A window breaks, down a long dark street,
and the siren rings in the night.~
Suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Harris walk in, pretty drunk. "I thought you said you left your Goddamn purse in here."
"Well, I thought I did, it's probably in that car," Mrs. Harris screamed back, as the two walked out yelling.
~But I am all right, cuz I have you here with me and I can almost see,
Through the dark there is light.~
Xander stared as they walked out, and felt Anya tighten her grip on him, and he saw her looking at him lovingly. He
was safe, they would be fine, and they'd never end up like that.
~And if you knew how much this moment means to me, and how long I've waited for your touch~
Xander smiled. Anya did, too. "Tell me we'll never end up like that, Xander," she said, expecting some sort of wariness.
"An, we could never, will never, ever end like that," Xander's voice was so strong and sure, it touched Anya's heart.
"I know. Just wanted to make sure you knew."
~And if you knew how happy you are making me, I never thought that I'd love anyone so much.~
They were the only two people there, and yet that was fine.
By that time, Buffy and Spike had managed to get into Buffy's room.
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me,~
Stumbling into her bedroom, the two continued with their fiery kisses
~It feels like I'm all the ways back where I come from.~
Buffy could feel Spike's desire for her, as he held her close to him.
~It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me.~
This was what she wanted, and what he wanted. It was all he needed and all she needed, too. Nothing more, nothing less.
Spike placed Buffy on the bed, carefully, and stood over her, looking her up and down. She stared into his eyes, while he
did so. Spike leaned forward, and got on top of her tiny body, and started kissing her. She instinctively went to rip his
shirt off, but he stopped her, by grabbing her hand. "Slowly, Buffy, slowly," he coaxed, as she started to unbutton the
shirt, while his lips grazed her neck and collarbone. He pulled Buffy up as soon as she got his shirt off. He went behind her and unzipped the dress, kissing down her back, while he unzipped the gown. Buffy gasped each time his icy lips met her burning skin. He pushed her back onto the bed, where they took her hair out of it's style, Spike kissing the locks every once and a while.
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong.~
Once they were both undressed the two began slow,heat-filled a dance, that was sure to never end. With each movement, every moan, the feeling of love for one another was heightened, until it came to a crashing halt. Leaving a soft glow of love, that completely engulfed Spike and Buffy.
~It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong.~