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 7
Buffy woke to the smell of coffee, bacon and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She stretched and instantly noticed that Spike was not next to her. She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and shot out of bed. How could he let me sleep until 10:30? I have too many things to do today. She quietly made her way down the hall to the kitchen and smiled when she heard Spike singing as he prepared breakfast. The Who? Might not be a bad day after all. She cautiously looked around the wall to see him pouring coffee into her mug and placing in on a tray. He planned breakfast in bed? Buffy instantly felt like mush and smiled again. He started to turn around and she had to contain the squeak that would have given her away. She quickly got back in the bed and feigned sleeping.
"Buffy?" he called when he entered the bedroom. "Luv, I know you're awake. After all these years, can just kind of sense you when you're sneaking around behind me..."
Try as she might not to, she smiled slowly and opened one eye to see that fantastic smirk that got her from the get-go. "Breakfast in bed? Who are you? Where's Spike?"
Spike opened in his mouth in shock and snorted. "I've made you breakfast in bed before, ducks. How quickly you forget."
"You mean nine years ago? The morning after we slept together? Sure, that was great. Totally got me hooked right in. Thought I'd always be getting food delivered to me in bed...but that ended straight away."
"Look, I know I missed the breakfast yesterday with your mum and not to bring up what is a sore subject, I was a bit of a cad last night..."
"So this is breakfast bribery?"
"See, you making it sound all sordid and what not. I'm just trying to make amends."
"You brought me in from the couch, you were instantly forgiven. Maybe we should be getting a new couch? You could be spending a lot of time out there in the future."
"Is that how it's going to be, then? And 'ere I am busting my cute little ass in the kitchen, trying to make up for the bad invitation session last night..."
"Spike," Buffy interrupted, taking his hand. "Shut up. It's forgiven, all is right with our world. And did you call your own ass cute?"
"You can't deny that, pet. Is nothing but the truth."
"Amen, brother love. Tray, please? I am famished." Along with the coffee, orange juice, and bacon, he had made her his famous cheese omelet. "Ooh, the omelet? You must've been feeling really bad."
"I did use the word cad."
"Honey, you do realize that a lot of the time when you use that British slang, I just nod like I understand what you're saying but in fact..." Buffy made a motion with her hand flying over her head.
"You're not used to it yet?"
"Nope, guess you'll just have to stick around and keep teaching me." She flashed him a smile that made him want to toss the tray and ravish her instantly. Instead he watched her shove a big piece of omelet into her mouth, munching away, smile still plastered on her face. "Mmmm....orgasmic."
"You know you're not funny, sweets. You're bordering on just plain mean now, ya know." The phone rang breaking them out of what they both knew would turn into having to clean a breakfast off the wall in an hour.
"Hello?" Buffy asked, mouth still filled with omelet.
"Buffy? It's Angel."
"Oh, hey, Angel. How's it going?" She swallowed and took a drink of her orange juice. "Darla doing alright?"
"Yeah, I'm slowly getting the hang of this pregnancy thing. Hot, cold. Sour, sweet. Crunchy, soft...it's been interesting to say the least."
"Well, if there's anything that we can do for you, just ask." Spike rolled his eyes at her and shook his head, popping a piece of bacon in his mouth. "So what's up? Did you want me or Spike?"
"Spike, actually. It's about that case he went on yesterday."
"Oh, well, it's Sunday, you know? Supposedly God even rested on this day."
"I just need to ask him something quickly and then I'll be done with it. But I can talk to you first."
"Don't do it just to do it, Angel."
"I'm not!" he said a little too adamantly. He chuckled softly and asked, "Why is this suddenly weird?"
"I was just wondering the same thing. Let's just chalk it up to equal parts stress for both of us. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. How is the wedding coming along? Ready to pull every bleached follicle out of his head yet?"
"That feeling comes and goes. I did want to ask you if you had a chance to look into that thing for me?"
"I was actually working on that-"
"It's not what you gave Spike, is it?"
"No, Buffy...I know this is a secret. I'm not deficient." Buffy tried not to laugh as she didn't want to hurt his feelings but she could just hear her mom in her head after he said that. "With the Darla thing, I've been a little distracted. But I did get a lead from Giles."
"Really? He always said he didn't know anything."
"Well, from what I can gather from Anya, he didn't want Spike to be disappointed which sort of leads me to asking, are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure he wants this?"
"Yes, I'm sure but I don't really feel like talking about that other aspect right now."
"Well, Wes is currently working on the lead. He said he'll call as soon as he gets anything. He's hoping he'll sort through it by this afternoon. Is Spike still there?"
"Yeah and he's looking at me funny."
"Am not." He leaned in and nuzzled his mouth against her neck and she suddenly felt his tongue glide up her neck. She contained the moan that she could feel in her chest. She yanked herself away, shaking her head. "It's not so funny when the tables are turned, is it, pet?"
"Angel, I'll talk to you about that later, okay? Here talk to Spike. My breakfast is getting cold." She handed the phone to Spike and gave him a dirty look.
"What you want, Yoda? I have my woman to tend to and we both know this bloke does not work on Sunday," Spike said as soon as he put the phone to his ear. Buffy moved the tray to her side and kneeled on the bed, picking up the tray again and crawling to the other side of the bed and putting the tray on the floor. Spike took the opportunity to smack her rear hard as she bent over and yelped in both surprise and pain. "What's that? No, I didn't find one bloody thing. What kind of assignment was that? Yeah, well, it was a shit assignment. Nothing to be found." He was barely paying attention to any explanation Angel was giving him. He was too busy watching Buffy rub the spot where he smacked her. He sat up a little and adjusted his pants, sitting on the bed again. "Yeah...no, I doubt it. And since when do we do divorce cases? Thought we didn't get into the sordid side of it all..." He watched as Buffy slowly turned around, that look he knew all too well in her eye. Hell yeah, it's pay back time. He got an evil look on his face as he realized he was still talking to Angel. He suddenly didn't want to get off the phone.
Buffy made her way across the bed again, pushing him against the headboard, running her hand down is chest in what was one of the most painful strokes of his young life. She licked his stomach, tracing his muscles with her tongue and she giggled softly when the muscles twitched. She continued the torture until she reached spot they both wanted her to reach. She looked up, her eyes clouded with lust and met his, not surprised to see the same look in his.
"Ohhhh..." Spike moaned, instantly forgetting that he was talking to Angel. "Uh, what?...Ohhhh...sorry, Buffy's giving me a...uh, massage...Gotta go, talk to you later about this." Without waiting for Angel's response, he hung the phone and looked down at Buffy. "You're evil...pure evil, ya know that?"
"Mmm-hmm," she moaned and that was about it for Spike.
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