Chapter 2
Buffy looked around the old Victorian room she stepped into, while the silvery portal closed behind her. The bedroom seemed so peaceful with its candlelight and four-poster bed covered in rich red bed linens. Turning to her right she saw a man asleep at an old desk.
William looked so cute and content with his head and arms spread over the piles of paper. She so detested the thought of waking him, but they needed to figure out a game plan. "Spike? Spike?" Buffy asked gently shaking his shoulder. He mumbled something she couldn't understand, but didn't rise. "William, wake up!" She shouted shoving his shoulder.
"What? Hhhh? Buffy?" William stumbled as he awoke. He faced Buffy and she giggled. "What?" Spike growled.
"I'm sorry, Baby, but you have a huge blot of ink on your cheek," She explained and began to remove the blot with a handkerchief found on the desk. "So what were you writing?"
Spike loved how she would take care of him. It made him feel special. "Just that bloody awful poetry Luv, nothing you'd be interested in."
Buffy frowned. "I loved the words you wrote for our wedding and when the twins were born. It was like a little piece of paradise," She said taking his feeling for poetry and putting it into words.
Spike pulled her down into his lap and hugged her. "That's exactly it, Pet. But, unfortunately, this is not the time for seducing, this is time for planning."
Buffy looked shocked. "Since when isn't it seducing time?" She asked, pouting.
"Since the possibility of my nonexistence came about," He said quite seriously erasing the pout off her face and hugging her closer. "We'll win, Luv. Just like always. Now if I have the correct date, Mother is taking the bathes in Bath at the moment so we needn't worry about her. We will just tell Cook and Alfred that we have eloped so your reputation will be intact."
"And how do you plan on explaining why we eloped, you shy William you. If I remember correctly you weren't so hot with the members of the opposite, plus last time I checked, aren't I an American?" Buffy questioned.
Spike glared. "We knew each other as children, before your parents moved you to the dreadful New World. Your parents recently passed away, leaving you an orphan with no family to speak of. I married you to keep you from destitution," Spike finished smirking.
"How kind and creative of you, Sweetie."
"I do try my best."
"So as your new virgin bride, you are obligated to by me pretty things," Buffy said smiling.
Spike looked nervous as he calculated his family's small fortune. "Pet, shouldn't we concentrate more on Thoth?'
"We have an entire week to think about Thoth, and it's been so long since I've been able to go on a shopping spree. Plus if you let me shop, I might be inclined to provide you with my wifely duties," Buffy explained looking at Spike through her lashes.
Spike's frown turned into a gigantic smile. "Really?" he kissed her hard at her slight, but anxious nod.