Buffy woke to the feel of Angel's lips pressed against her own. It only took a few moments for the reality of what today was to infiltrate her memory. She could feel the hard length of him nudging against the outside of her thigh. When her eyes fluttered open, he pulled back just enough to whisper, "Good morning, Mrs. O'connor," against her lips.

Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down for one more kiss. "Mmm, I missed the sound of that," she breathed against him.

Just as Angel's hand had begun to travel beneath her shirt, in search of her swollen breasts, the alarm on her phone went off. Reminding them both that not only were they on a schedule today, they were supposed to be keeping their hands off each other until after the wedding.

"Mmmm, I need to get up," she whined into his neck, taking a second to nip her way up to his ear.

This whole abstaining idea was officially the worst he ever had. It had been days since they'd made love due to how sick she'd been recently, his body ached for her warmth. Summoning all of his strength he quickly gave her one last chaste kiss, before rolling to the side of her, silently willing his cock to stop throbbing.

He watched her climb from the bed, the glimpse he caught of her purple thong caused him to groan. Throwing an arm across his face, he tried to think of every monotonous thing his mind could conjure. Anything to take his thoughts off his future bride that he swore was deliberately taunting him. Winking in the mirror she slowly pulled her shirt off throwing it into the laundry basket. Watching him from the reflection in front of her, she unclipped her bra, her full breast spilled free as her perked nipples called for his attention.

"You're killing me here, woman," Angel groaned, his own hand reaching down to adjust his thick shaft within his boxers.

Buffy smiled at him through the mirror, as she slipped her thong down her hips, kicking it to the side. The pregnancy gods must have listened to her prayers. For the first time in weeks she didn't feel the urge to spew her guts the moment she woke up. Today was going to be absolutely perfect, and she planned to start it off by driving her would-be husband completely out of his mind.

Making her way to the shower, she made sure to leave the door open so that he could see the full show. She took her time standing under the hot water, using her loofah she poured a generous amount of her favorite soap on it before she began slowly washing herself.

As she faced him, she washed between her thighs, and up to her breast. Discarding the loofah, she tweaked each of her nipples, imagining her hands as his own.

There was only so much he could take, two could play her game. Throwing the comforter to the side, he reached inside his boxers pulling his hard cock through the slit of them. He watched her eyes widen as he began to stroke himself, firmly, slowly, he imagined slipping inside her tight heat, her warmth surrounding him. Just as the first bead of precum seeped from his tip, Angel heard a noise from downstairs. God he had forgotten Lindsey knew where the spare key was.

"Angel, you up?" Lindsey yelled from the foot of the stairs, "I've got doughnuts," he said with a smile as he used his foot to kick the front door shut.

Angel squeezed his eyes shut, releasing his cock, he dropped his head back to the pillow. Trying to regain his composure he could hear Buffy giggling from inside the shower.

"Looks like you will just have to wait until after the wedding lover."

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"Surprised you took a chance even coming in here like that," Angel told Lindsey as he finally made his way downstairs, snatching up a glazed goodie from the large box Lindsey had brought and began to get the coffee started.

"I had my eyes shielded just in case," Lindsey answered. "I've learned not to trust either one of you in this house. No one was answering the damn door."

Angel rolled his eyes. "You have a knack for timing, have I mentioned that before?"

"I don't even want to know what you're getting at with that statement. Let's just call it one of my many skills and leave it at that. Where is that beautiful bride of mine at anyway?"

"Beautiful bride of mine," Angel corrected. "And she's upstairs, rushing to get a shower in and then she will be heading out of here to get ready."

"Alright, well that'll give me just enough time I suppose to try and talk her out of this whole thing, to level up to a certain someone," he said, pointing a finger at himself. Angel rolled his eyes. "And to go over any last additions of things you two dumbass love birds might need."

Angel thought for a moment, taking a bite of the donut. "Already hired someone to keep stay near and to keep an eye out for you-know-who."

"Smart thinkin', though God forbid that women think today of all days would be a good time to pop the fuck up out of nowhere."

"Sadly, it wouldn't surprise me either which way," Angel grumbled. He'd wanted to try and be prepared just in case. God help him if Darla did show her face, though.

"Anything else change between yesterday and today that I should know about?"

Angel thought for a moment. "Buffy officially wants to tell everyone about the baby after the wedding, when we're all out at the restaurant," he told him. "Which... that is something I could use your help with." Lindsey started making a face. "Just in... after the wedding maybe you could make sure everyone gets to the restaurant okay and checked in and everything. Cover for us... for a little while..." he trailed off.

"Why? Where the hell are you going to be?"

"In a handful of hours she's going to be my wife again, my pregnant, very beautiful wife. You put the pieces together."

Lindsey's face wrinkled up. "I'm really starting to think that you and I are becoming too close these days," he mumbled. "Like you two can't keep your hands off of one another for a couple hours to get through a dinner?"

Angel shook his head. "No. Really can't." He wasn't sure he'd even be able to make it back to the house after all was said and done, but he planned to. He wanted their first time as husband and wife - again - to be back in their home, in their bed. And as soon as possible.

"Seriously. Too much information is being passed to me lately."

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Buffy felt like a princess as she sat in the large chair getting her hair and make-up done. She smacked lightly and laughed with her best friends as they all got ready. In the corner the photographer sat staying out of the way though everyone kept trying to include her all the same.

Buffy kept thinking back to the last time she'd been here, how long ago it all felt as she sat here now. After everything that had been together, their time apart, all that she already knew the future held and all she hoped it would. Something felt more calming about today for her, like it was just one huge ass piece of her puzzle going into place.

"Did you have a boob job or something?" Cordelia asked, pulling Buffy out of her head as Cordy reached her hand out to cup both of Buffy's breasts for a moment.

Buffy laughed, lightly slapping her away. "No! I did not!"

"Something must be going on," she commented. "You're over there about to bust right out of that dress. Angel may be a puddle of drool upon seeing you. Lindsey, too. And Xander," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to hope for a no vote on Giles there though."

"Second," Willow agreed.

Tara raised her hand. "Third."

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't as if Cordy was wrong, she hoped she didn't make any sudden movements in this thing. Everyone here might get much more of a look at her than they bargained for she thought. She smoothed her hands down the front of the dress and could have smiled at just the slightest hint of a bump starting to show if you were really looking.

She just hoped no one would pay too much attention.

Thankfully, her breasts were pretty damn distracting. She had a hard time her own self not to stare the longer she looked at the mirror. They also pulled the fabric of her dress away from her stomach so that helped conceal the bump as well.

OoOoO

"Why are you over there acting nervous?" Lindsey half whispered.

"What if she changed her mind?" he thought out loud.

"Well, it's a little late in the game for that, don't you think?"

"Women leave guys at the altar all the time. They make movies about this kind of thing."

"Buffy isn't Julia Roberts. And if she was leaving you it'd be for me... and I'm here so... nothing to worry about," he joked.

"That's so reassuring, Linds."

Lindsey shrugged. "Just keep it together for a few more minutes," he said. "Tara's already taking her seat, the preacher is almost ready. You will go stand up there, a few more people - including yours truly - will make it down that little walkway there and then Buffy will appear right there with Giles. All those worries will be right out of your head the second you see her.."

Angel nodded absentmindedly. He kept repeating Lindsey's words in his head as he watched it all play out. He let out deep breaths as Tara smiled at him shyly, then another as the rest of their guests started making their way toward him to take their spots.

He was pretty sure he was more nervous at this wedding than at their first. He felt it much more likely she would change her mind today than when they'd been here years ago. He was terrified this thought in the back of his mind that all of this was some sort of dream would show itself today, that as soon as he saw her that everything would suddenly go black for a moment then he'd wake up and none of it had ever happened.

"You're okay," Lindsey whispered again and Angel tried to nod.

He felt like he didn't breathe again though until he saw her, looping her arm with Giles'. Buffy smiled at him and he felt like he might have his legs give out from under him. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful as she stood there, Giles whispering something to her before they started walking toward him. As they began to make their way closer to him, what little breath he had regained vanished from his lungs once more.

Her dress was beautiful, perfect, the silk seamlessly glided over her, as though it were a second skin. Trying to remind himself to breathe, her full breast left little to his imagination. As she made her way up the steps to the landing of the gazebo, he noticed the slightest curve of her stomach beneath the smooth material.

"Damn. Ya sure you're going to make it till after the ceremony," he heard Lindsey whisper over his shoulder.

His knees wobbled, and for a second there, he wasn't sure that he would be able to hold his stance. It was as if this very moment was the culmination of his entire existence. Reaching out he took her delicate hand into his own. It was then that the world began to fade away, the guest, the priest, Lindsey, everyone around them seemed to disappear. Leaving just the two of them standing there lost in each other's eyes, "I love you," he mouthed silently, forcing himself not to kiss her.

Instantly all of his fears, his anxieties, his worries about whether or not this was truly the right decision… melted away with her in his arms. For the first time he found himself grateful that she hadn't wanted a honeymoon, she was right. He couldn't wait to go home and start their life together, again.

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She watched from the doorway of her dressing room as everyone in the wedding party began to take their place. Dut to the curve of the building, and the shrubbery no one could see her yet, but she could see Lindsey talking to Angel, his hand placed on his shoulder. The look on Angel's face caused her heart to squeeze. He looked so nervous, but thankfully seemed to relax a bit, cracking a smile at something Lindsey said.

She watched the final people take their seats, before Willow and Cordelia made their way down the aisle. They had foregone the traditional flower girl, and ring bearer simply due to the fact that neither of them were very close to anyone with children. She had given Lindsey her wedding band this morning, after threatening to castrate him if anything was to happen to it. From the look on his face, she wasn't sure if he could tell that she was joking or not.

When everyone had finally taken their place, she turned her attention to the man standing beside her. "Buffy, as someone who cares very deeply for you. I feel I must ask you, if you are absolutely positive this is what you want."

Had anyone else questioned her in that manner moments before walking her down the aisle, she would have went postal. However, this was Giles and she knew that he was truly coming from a place of love. Delicately wiping away a stray tear, as she really didn't want to ruin her makeup, she linked her arm through his own before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"It's always been him Giles, it's always going to be him. I never got a choice in that, my heart decided for me a long time ago."

Patting her hand that was looped through his own arm, she knew it was his own way of giving her one final silent blessing.

"Well then, I suppose it's time," he spoke, as they took their first step toward the cobblestone pathway.

Once they came into view, she briefly noticed everyone rise from their seats turning to see their approach. Giles leaned down, quietly telling her how beautiful she looked just as her eyes found Angel's.

He had chosen a tux very similar to the one he had worn for their first wedding, except instead of white the suit was offset with touches of grey. Not for the first time she wondered how someone as gorgeous as he, could love a girl as simple as her.

She really was the luckiest woman alive.

When they reached the first of the steps leading up to the altar, she gripped Giles arm just a little tighter. Not wanting to fall in the stilettos she had chosen, especially since she was pregnant. That really wasn't the reveal she had envisioned for the day.

As if Angel could read her mind, he reached out taking her hand from Giles. She watched as Angel nodded his head in thanks to the man whom he knew meant so much to her. Taking her hand into his own, he carefully guided her up the three steps, silently telling her that he loved her once they finally stood facing one another.

OoOoO

They had gone back and forth for weeks trying to decide if they should write new vows, recycle their old vows, or simply just recite the standard ones that the priest provided.

After many failed attempts to write something new, or revise their old ones, they each decided that it was futile. Just as they already had the perfect wedding, and honeymoon before, they had also written the perfect vows. Neither of them wanted to cheapen that memory by attempting to recreate it, so they just said the hell with it, and decided to go with whatever the minister provided.

Buffy could see the tears that Angel was desperately trying to hold back as the preacher spoke in front of them. Going against what she was instructed, she raised one of her hands to the side of his face. Her thumb softly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye, unbeknownst to them their entire audience found this move adorable. A cumulative awww sounded from everyone around them, well except for Lindsey. She caught him rolling his eyes from the corner of hers.

The thick tension between them seemed to dissipate after that. They both relaxed as the preacher walked each of them through their simple vows, before jokingly asking if they had remembered the rings.

A look of panic crossed Lindsey's face as he began patting down all of the pockets in his suit. Angel began to glare not believing the moron had lost her ring. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Lindsey held out his hand. A shit eating grin crossing his features as he revealed her ring resting safely inside his palm.

Plucking it from his hand, Angel wasted no time sliding it back onto the finger in which it belonged. Willow, not being one for theatrics simply handed Buffy Angel's newly polished wedding band. With shaky fingers she picked it up from the redheads hand, and gently slipped it back onto his ring finger.

Neither of them could have told you what was said next, as they were both so lost in each other, and what the significance of this moment meant. Buffy only had to lean up slightly due to the stilettos she had worn, but the next thing she knew her nose was nuzzling his.

The minister, seeing that the couple were in a hurry for the ceremony to end quickly, asked the crowd, for anyone who held an objection to this union to please come forth now.

Lindsey held his breath, silently praying that preacher man hadn't just set the ultimate jinx. Keeping his eyes peeled, he made sure not to release the air he held until he heard the words…

"You may now kiss your bride."

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"Alright, alright now you two, this is a family show here," Lindsey muttered, smacking Angel quickly. "Don't make us find a hose. Or burn our eyes out."

Angel wasn't sure what all happened next, everything seemed to be spinning around him and all he could focus on was the fact Buffy was his wife again. And never in his life had he wanted to be alone with this woman more than he did right now.

Of course, that wasn't coming easily. He thought he was going to lose his mind more than once as they had signed this, had to go shake hands with this person, thank this other person for helping out, then it was off to do the photos... He felt like he was going to come apart at the seams the more time seemed to drag on. It was cruel and unusual punishment to be this close to her, touching her, kissing her... and none in the way he really wanted to right now, and with their closest friends and family around watching their every move.

He had never loved or been more thankful for Lindsey than in the moment he asked if they were needed for any more of the shots. Linds made a face of pure thanks toward the heavens. "Good, because I feel like we're all about to have a whole new direction of photos here in a minute," he mumbled. "Alright!" he said louder, he clapped as well getting everyone's attention. "We're all going to finish up here and then I will lead the way to the reception. Bride and Groom will, uh, they will meet us there..."

"Where are you going?" Giles asked, looking genuinely curious.

Lindsey put his hand on Giles' shoulder, turning him away from the couple and shooing them away with his other hand behind Giles' back. "There's a few things they forgot... and need to go, uh, grab... such... things..." He really hoped he wasn't going to have to wind up spelling things out for all the guests if these two took too long.

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Buffy felt as though they'd flown through the streets of Sunnydale as they made their way back home, she knew teasing him the whole way sure hadn't help matters but it was too hard not to. Once they were inside however, something in the air seemed to change. That physical urgency was still there, but more than that, the weight of everything they had been through to get to where they were right now seemed so heavy around them as he held her in his arms.

Buffy whispered for him to take her upstairs and it wasn't long before she was gently placed in the middle of their large bed, she watched as he came to lay on his side next to her. He propped himself up on one elbow and she nearly wept at the look on his face as he drank her in, like she was the only thing in the world that had or would ever matter. His free hand was a whisper of a touch as he smoothed a few loose strands of her blonde hair, his fingers moving down the side of her face,

"Sometimes I'm so terrified to fall asleep," he whispered, "because I'm afraid I will wake up and none of this will be real. Or, I'll have a fleeting moment of panic in the morning sometimes where I'm just terrified to open my eyes because I'm afraid you won't be there, that all of this is one off those fantasies I made up in my head just to survive."

Buffy's heart broke for him. Lord knew she had more than a few of those moments her own self.

"We get to be something so much better than those daydreams, Angel," she whispered back, her head tilting slightly so she was touching him.

He almost smiled, his hands lowering. Angel's index finger began to trace the path of her dress, from the top of her shoulder he followed the thin strap down the path of her tell-all neckline, her arms getting goosebumps, her nipples pebbling back up against the soft silk from this alone. Once reaching the top of the other shoulder, his flat palm came back down the top of her dress before gently cupping the enlarged mound in his hand before giving its twin the same attention. His thumb brushed over one nipple, then the other. His index finger began tracing circles, lightly flicking back and forth over the silk covered buds making her head bury more back into the pillows propping her up.

"I'm wondering if this dress of yours might have been considered illegal in some places in this country."

Buffy let out a husky laugh. She was pretty close to some indecent exposure at this point, she'd said a little thank you to the heavens nothing had managed to fall or pop out that she'd noticed through the ceremony. "I thought you might enjoy it." Angel made a humming noise of agreement. "Especially the back," she whispered.

"We're not going to talk about that right now."

"We're not?"

He shook his head slightly. "Nope," he whispered back, "because that would lead down some much darker paths that seem to be better fitted for later this evening than this whole first time as man and wife business."

"Mmm, promises, promises."

Angel chuckled lightly before kissing her. "Mmm, well, we would have never made it up those stairs and you wouldn't have any dress left to wear... so..." he trailed off. Angel buried himself in her neck, breathing in the scent of her, the feeling of her soft skin against him. He made a familiar trail of light kisses from right under her ear and down the side of her neck.

His body lowered as he explored hers, taking his time as he went. Her whole body seemed to tingle as he returned to teasing her breasts with his fingers, hands, his mouth, his tongue. She'd had her own line of daydreams and fantasies about how he'd react to her in this masterpiece of a wedding dress and reality somehow outshined every single one of them.

Nearly sending her into an orgasm with how sensitive pregnancy had made her top side, Angel smiled against the fabric. He half rolled on top of her and ignored her comment about how he wasn't going to crush her or the baby. Angel placed random kisses down her stomach, a few hearty ones where she was showing more. His hand smoothed down the silk in the same path, curving along with the slight bump that had formed there. "This is definitely the sexiest thing I have ever seen." Buffy pretended to be offended and made a quip about how amazing her boobs looked in this get-up. Angel shook his head lightly, staring at her stomach. "Mmm, close second," he offered. "But I got to watch you and her, this little bit of evidence that she's in there, walk down that aisle toward me. That is going to be a tough one to beat."

Buffy couldn't help but feel thrilled at his reaction to the changes her body was beginning to show. She watched him nuzzle the tiny bulge below her dress for a few moments, before moving on to kiss a trail down her thigh. The slit up her leg abling him to touch her bare skin, he slipped his hands beneath her, grabbing her ass to pull her towards him.

Bunching the silky material up around her waist, he exposed the white lace of the g-string she wore underneath. Feeling his cock twitch at the sight before him, he scooted up on his knees, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Leaning back over her, he once again took her lips in a breathtaking kiss.

Breaking away, she smiled as she nibbled up his jaw line, kissing him once more before meeting his gaze with her mossy green eyes. "I want to feel you...inside, Mr. O'connor," she whispered just before sucking his bottom lip between her own.

He had been teetering on the edge all day, grasping to keep hold of the frayed ends of his control. The moment they were pronounced man and wife he had wanted to take her, to claim her right then. Unfortunately the damn photographer snagged them before he could sneak off with his new bride.

Though now there were no photographers, no marriage licenses to sign, no people to greet. Just the two of them… well two and a half.

Husband and wife.

In that moment he felt something that he hadn't felt in years, a sense of calm coursed through him as he lay wrapped in her arms looking down into her eyes. It took him a minute to realize it was peace that he felt, everything in his life had finally fallen into place.

"I love you... more than anything on this Earth," he told her between kisses.

"Mrs. O'connor."

He quickly disposed of his own clothes, before sliding the zipper down the side of her dress. He took his time lavishing each of her full and heavy breasts as the satin slipped below them, exposing her taught nipples, begging for his attention.

Helping him work her dress completely down and over her hips, she used her feet to kick it off the side of the bed somewhere. She had nearly came from the attention he showed her overly sensitive nipples through the dress, he now had her nearly incoherent, withering beneath him. Her hips rocked against his own, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.

He abandoned her breasts when her moans became too much for him to bear. He had waited too long for this moment, he damn sure wasn't about to embarrass himself. Leaving a trail of slow wet kisses down her ribcage, over the slight bump of her abdomen, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the frilly underwear when his lips reached their seam. Pulling them off in one swift motion, he kissed his way back up her inner thigh.

Her legs spreading easily to accommodate his width, she felt him tracing the slit of her opening with his thumb. Grinding her hips she attempted to guide his hand to exactly where she needed him, but he wouldn't budge.

Enjoying the sound of her plea's far too much, he made himself slow down even more. The people at the restaurant be damned, what a god awful fucking idea that had been in the first place. They should have just bid everyone farewell after the reception. Nothing he wanted to do, involved anyone outside of this room.

Sliding one finger into her aching center, his tongue slipped out to taste what he had been craving for days. Her fingers instantly tangled in his dark hair, he wasn't sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. The pregnancy had caused her to become extra sensitive lately, the moment his lips encircled her swollen clit, she went off, her orgasm ripping through her. She came chanting his name, repeating how much she loved him, begging him to fill her.

By the time reality began to settle back around her, he had climbed back up her body, his head rested on hers as he softly teased her lips. His very swollen cock pulsed against her entrance, sliding between her folds as he waited for her coherency to return. Wanting each of them to be fully in this moment, together, when he filled her for the first time as her husband… again.

Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on the deep brown ones staring back at her, she wrapped her hands around his neck to scratch at the hairs around the nape of his neck.

There was a thickness to the air surrounding them, magic seemed to be floating in the spaces between them. Her hips cradled his thighs, as her nails raked down his shoulder blades, gripping his sides she tried to pull him closer, she tried to pull him into her.

His arms braced on either side of her head, the last remnants of his control shredded, he slowly pushed his way into her depths. Hissing as the heat of her body threatened to consume him, "Mmm, you're perfect," he mumbled against her lips. They had made love countless times since he had moved back home, but there was something different in the way his body slid into hers tonight. Her muscles cinched down onto him, testing his limits, still he kept an achingly slow pace wanting to savor every second of this union.

When he was fully sheathed inside of her, he stilled completely as he tried to engrain every detail of this moment into his memory. There was no space between them, her nipples squished firmly into his chest, her hands held him tightly to her, their breath intermingled as he angled his thighs and slowly glided out of her.

He had never felt this insurmountable pleasure before, it had been too long, he should of taken care of things this morning after Lindsey interrupted. Still he refused for this to end before it really began. Ignoring the heavy pull in his groin, he set a steady rhythm, thrusting back inside her welcoming body.

Buffy wasn't sure if it was due to the pregnancy or the fact that she was officially his wife again, but her body had been on fire all day. Now with him inside her, that fire was slowly turning into an inferno. A fine coat of sweat began to cover her body, as every muscle within her started to coil. She fought between the urge to breathe, and the need to press her lips against every inch of skin within her reach.

It was too much, he wasn't going to last. He could feel her entire body tense beneath his own, her thighs trembled against his sides. Snaking a hand down, he reached between them, just above where they were joined, rolling her most sensitive bundle of nerves, he watched as she came completely undone for the second time.

Sitting up on his knees, her legs wrapped loosely around him, his fingers bit into flesh of her hips as he used the new angle to increase his pace. Just as he felt his own orgasm beginning to boar through him, the sound of Lindsey's fucking ringtone pierced the fog to his brain.

OoOoO

Buffy felt like she couldn't breathe. Between being winded from their lovemaking, the explosive orgasm that was getting recognition of its own, and the fact of panting out hysterical laughter... she just couldn't get enough air into her lungs. All she could think of was how Lindsey was forever embedded into this moment and absolutely could not keep it together.

The entire time after where the two of them attempted to look proper again she even struggled as it kept replaying in her head every time she stole a glance at Angel. This beautiful coupling of theirs sure had been a hell of a time. It was intense, heartbreaking, loving, sexy... and awkward... and hilarious. She couldn't imagine it being any more perfect, though.

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