Summary: "Maybe I was meant to lose him…" "Sometimes I wonder why I walk away…" The tale of a forbidden love... (Put in both Buffy and Will's POV) Don't worry… its spuffy!

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William

We leisurely stepped out of the chapel, my hands intertwined with hers tenderly. Her eyes were glittering from the unshed tears, and she leaned her head against my shoulder. She was beautiful and it never ceased to amaze me that she became the woman of my dreams. Her velvety white dress lightly swept the pavement as we strolled across the street to the five-star hotel. The two of us had smiles on our lips when we entered the lobby. The people that were around saw us, whispered to one another, and giggled. Buffy glanced up at me and tried to refrain from giggling herself. I stopped in the middle of the lobby floor, turning Buffy toward me.

"I love you…" I whispered, smiling affectionately when I felt her graze her fingers delicately against my chest. I cupped her cheek, playfully flicking her earring with my thumb. Her tears finally slipped freely, and closed her eyes with a smile on her lips. My breathing became irregular, something that was becoming a habit to me every time I was with Buffy, and I wildly picked her up from her waist and twirled her around once. I heard people around us clap when I did and she giggled as I set her down, her hands setting angelically on my shoulders. I leaned down, brushing my lips sacredly against hers, and I heard whistles in the background.

"We're drawing a crowd, Will…" Buffy whispered after she pulled away, leisurely rubbing away the lipstick on the side of my mouth. I tilted my head toward the side and smiled.

"I want to expose my beautiful bride…" Wrapping my arms around her hips, I pulled her closer to me, her chest against mine. Her hands rested on the edge of my shoulders, gently falling to my elbows. She was my beautiful bride… my beautiful wife. I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. "My wife… The new Mrs. William Giles…"

"I'm glad that I am," she answered tenderly, her hand reaching up and cupped my cheek affectionately. "I love you…"

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I inhaled deeply before fluttering my eyes open. There was a bit of sunlight entering the room and it would take too much adjustment for my eyes. The thought of the night before never left my mind. I was a married man from one day to another, with a gorgeous wife to love forever. I suddenly felt completely alone, the cool breeze from the air conditioner vent circulating the empty space around me. I abruptly sat up and looked around the room. There she was, sitting by the window, with her telephone in hand. I smiled warmly, but it quickly subsided when I saw a glistening tear streaming down her cheek. I lifted the covers away from me, and stood up. My knees crackled, which caught her attention from the outside view.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked her, lifting her chin up to stare into her eyes. She licked her lips, and a sigh heavily escaped her mouth.

"I spoke to Willow… uh, she told me that my mother is furious and that she doesn't want to see me again…" She began to sob freely and I couldn't help but gather her into my arms. She seemed fragile at that moment and my heart jolted with love as she just tightened her grip around me.

"Shh, shh, its okay, love… everything's going to be fine. We'll find a way to fix the problem," I wooed her senselessly; my hands soothing her back tenderly as he cries abated.

"I love you, William," she whispered breathlessly, rubbing her nose to reduce the sniffles.

"Love you, too, sweetheart," I answered her, nudging my nose in her hair to inhale her scent. I closed my eyes as she kissed my neck, and then opened them when she lifted herself in my arms, crossing her legs around my waist. I made love to her at that moment; we never left the confines of our honeymoon suite.

We never got tired of being together… at least we had the best communication any couple could have. We would tell me her doubts or problems and I would tell her mine. The time in paradise was coming to a close and Buffy was getting a bit nervous about returning to Sunnydale. I wanted to help her calm down, but just the thought of her mother not wanting to talk to her made her a bit over the edge.

"Do you think that you can take me by my house when we get to Sunnydale?" she asked me, already halfway to the hellhole. I smiled warmly and took her hand in mine.

"Of course, Buffy…" I felt her tension when she squeezed my hand in appreciation. She stared out the window most of the way, her hand still holding mine for protection and assurance. We passed the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign by late afternoon and I stopped the car before entering the suburbs.

"Everything is going to be fine," I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug, and then continued to drive into Sunnydale.

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A/N: Omg! It has been the longest time since I updated! I've been so busy with everything—college applications, senior year, family problems—you name it, I probably went through it. Well, I'm hoping to finish this story, but I don't think I can finish Falling off the Deep End. I think I'm going to finish this baby. Thanks to all of those that kept insisting on my stories.

-Jess