title: Marriage, Sunnydale-Style
author: Heather (heather@hella-good.org)
rating: R
spoilers: none...completely an au/fantasy fic except for things borrowed from
the Buffyverse (season 1-7) that are twisted to fit in this universe.
disclaimer: If I actually owned anything, I probably wouldn't be doing this :)
summary: After almost 10 years of dating, Buffy and Spike finally find
themselves in the midst of planning a wedding and remembering the long journey
that got them there.
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Chapter 5
Wearing his Clash t-shirt, Buffy climbed back into bed with the book of wedding invites. Spike put out his cigarette and sighed. Buffy shot him a look that clearly said don't start and opened the book with flourish, making sure she made a big production of it just to drive him even more insane.
"Luv...invites? Not really my cuppa tea."
"What is your cup of tea in regards to this wedding? There are four things you have to do. Four! The first and most important, show up, the second get a tux, the third help me with the invites and the fourth pick out a cake. Now do you want my list of things that I need to do? I guarantee you don't and you certainly don't want me to start complaining about them because you'd rather live in ignorance when it comes to this whole thing and if you didn't want to do it, then you shouldn't have asked!"
Spike stared at her, having no idea where her outburst came from. "You alright, pet? You seem a bit...on edge and you'd think after what we just finished doing'-"
"Christ on crutches!" Spike couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. "Now it's funny? I'm so glad you are taking this as seriously as you are. It really gives me the warm and fuzzies."
"Sorry, Buffy, truly...but c'mon...Christ on crutches? Where'd that come from?"
"It came from a place of total aggravation in regards to you and your total apathy in regards to this!" Buffy held up the invitation book and shook it. "We are supposed to be doing this together and yet you seemingly want nothing to do with it."
"Together? Last night, it was all 'bout your special day, remember that?"
"Oh, please, I was trying to make a point about the tux. I wasn't saying that your help was not needed with all this." She shook her head in annoyance. "Good thing I have such good bridesmaids or I'd be knee deep in this shit." Buffy tossed the book to the foot of the bed in disgust and flopped down next to Spike.
"So...we're not looking at the invites, then?" Buffy groaned and got out of the bed, walking into the living room. Two minutes later, Spike heard Fiona Apple playing again.
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