Anya had been stressing about the wedding almost day in and day out, always trying to work things out, getting frustrated, threaten to get eloped before calming down and starting the cycle over again until she and Xander went to bed. This practice went on for days, weeks, almost months. That is, until Xander got fed up with Anya crying, and no matter how much he tried to take over, she wouldn't let him get more than she already had said he would get. After one of her mini breakdowns he kneeled in front of her.
"You can't keep doing this Ahn, this up and down roller coaster, it isn't healthy." He said softly, wiping her eyes, knowing the next thing she was going to say, already hearing her forming the words "it's you're fault, you're the one you proposed to me, you knew what this would include." But she didn't say that, not even close, she just began crying harder and leaned into Xander's arms, his warm embrace, sobbing, letting everything go. He held her there, playing with her hair before suddenly getting an idea.
"I...was going to wait until the wedding night, but I think you need it now," He said softly, standing up with her, prepared to carry her to the bedroom. She looked at him, wiping her eyes, confusion in her eyes. He led her to their room, seating her on the edge of the bed. He kissed her softly, pulling away to make her follow him. She grasped his shirt, kissing him hungrily, wanting whatever he was about to give her as soon as he could give it to her, knowing it must be something he felt was special. His hands slipped beneath her skirt, retrieving the small garment she was wearing underneath and pulled them down, placing her panties on the floor next to him. Anya smiled at Xander between kisses, reaching down to undo his pants. Her smile faded when he took her hands and placed them on the bed. Xander shook his head, kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, sucking on the soft flesh, listening to Anya moan and felt her arch slightly beneath his hand as he pushed the shirt off of her shoulder, making sure as his hand moved upward it brushed her breast, causing a gasp and a further arch of her back.
The shirt fell behind Anya on the bed, and was soon joined by her bra. Xander kissed the spot between her breasts lightly, a hand cupping one her breasts, his thumb drawing small circles around her nipple. His kisses traveled lower, down her abdomen slowly, lightly. His hands then went to the hem of her skirt as he centered himself between her legs. Xander pushed Anya's skirt up with great care, his soft touch already sending her to heavier breathing. Once the material was at her hips, Xander leaned down, kissing Anya's inner thigh, causing her to moan breathlessly. His kisses moved closer to her labia until he finally stopped, taking her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on the small, swollen nub. Anya's loud moan didn't startle Xander; in fact it motivated him. He continued the sucking, flicking his tongue within her every so often, causing Anya to moan and wiggle beneath him, until she arched her back and was close to screaming, hitting orgasm suddenly.
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Of course it didn't end there. Sex had followed, and now Anya was curled up to Xander, sound asleep as he laid there, thinking everything over. Each time Anya brought up eloping the more he wanted to do it, to just get it over with, but he knew his parents would freak, scream at him for wasting all of that money on nothing. He didn't want to hear his father yelling and smelling the alcohol on his breath, he had lived 21 years of that already. He was marrying Anya to start his own family, to break away from the Harris clan and start his own, a better one, without parental fights and booze. He had sworn to himself he would never be like his father, but how could he help it, he had to be careful, alcoholism was genetic. He laid there, praying for the strength to make it though, to be strong, that he could be as strong as Buffy was, even after everything that had happened. To be strong for Anya forever.
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That may be all I need
Just being there for Anya, to be with her.
In darkness she is all I see
No matter what, Anya was his goal, to love her, to protect her, to make her happy.
...I never want to leave
Marriage would make that wish a reality.
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(Author's Notes: This is the next installment of the story, yes with Anya and Xander. Bear with me this is my first time writing and Anya/Xander fan fic, so please excuse it if it's not up to scratch to some of your opinions. Please review or e-mail me at to inform me how I can better it, if it needs fixing. The lyrics are from the song Sunday Morning by Maroon 5)