I Melt With You
Joshua "JJ" Harris was born on April 21st, 2004
The twins (Danielle, "Dani" and William, "Billy") were born on February 12th, 2004
Annie turned five on February 14th (she was born in 1999)
Spike and Buffy have been married five years in February. (seems longer, doesn't it?)
Buffy turned 23 on January 19th.
All the Potentials were endowed with full Slayer power in February 2003.
Buffy and Spike learned of the other dimensions in May, 2003.
Spike and Buffy take a day off for themselves. An uninvited visitor is waiting for them when they get home.
Heartfelt thanks to my "ET" and wonderful Beta,
her wonderful suggestions, much needed corrections and always
I Melt With You – Modern English
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|Rating / Warnings:||
NC17. Sexual content.
Content is only suitable for mature adults. Contains explicit language, sex, adult themes and other adult situations that some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY. Parents, it is up to YOU to control what your children are reading.
Monday, November 29th, 2004:
After all the planning, work, and stress that had gone into Thanksgiving and Willow and Tara’s wedding over the last few weeks, Buffy and Spike took a day off just for themselves. Willow and Tara had gone on a weeklong honeymoon to Acapulco, which Spike and Buffy had given them as their wedding present, the witches would be back on Friday, and they hardly saw Lorne around the house anymore, he seemed to live at the Bronze … when he was home he was sleeping. So, they dropped Annie off at school and left the babies in the capable hands of Anya and Giles at the Magic Box and took off for a ride along the coast on the Harley. Giles said he’d pick Annie up after school, so they could have the whole day without any worries about what time they got back.
It seemed like forever since they’d gone for a ride on the Harley, and Buffy still loved how it felt to be holding onto Spike as they rumbled down the twisting, scenic road with the wind in their faces, the sun on their skin, and the fresh, salt air refreshing and energizing their souls.
It turned out to be a beautiful, warm day. Folks up north might call it an “Indian Summer” … in southern California, they just called it “fall”. Warm (but not too hot) during the day and cool at night. Buffy had packed them a picnic snack with some fresh, crusty French bread, grapes, cheese and a nice bottle of sparkling wine. They stopped at a ‘you pick’ strawberry field alongside the road and picked a few pints of the sweet, fresh berries to add to their picnic spread.
They found a scenic overlook that had a staircase that led down the cliff to a rocky beach, and spent two hours feeding each other sweet fruits and savory cheeses, drinking the sweet, bubbly wine, talking and laughing and enjoying the beautiful weather and each other’s company.
After they ate, Buffy dared Spike to catch her as she jumped from one large boulder to another with Spike on her heels – one wrong move would dunk either of them into the cold water below – but that was what made it fun. The one time Buffy nearly lost her balance and started to fall, Spike had been there and caught her hand, pulling her back up onto the boulder.
“I gotcha,” he breathed, as he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.
Buffy got her balance and set her feet underneath her again as she pressed against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, you do,” she whispered to him as she pulled his head down to take his lips in a soft kiss. Just as Spike started to deepen the kiss, a particularly large wave came in and crashed against the nearby rocks, sending a geyser of cold water raining down on the lovers.
Buffy screeched when the cold water hit them and instinctively jumped back, which pulled them both off the boulder and down into the cold water below, which just made her screech louder. Spike, on the other hand, simply laughed … he was really glad he hadn’t worn his beloved duster today – just a white tank top and jeans … and they’d both kicked their shoes off long ago and left them by the blanket where they’d eaten lunch.
“What’s so funny!?” Buffy yelled at him as she shivered – her body covered in goose bumps as she tried to climb back up onto the rocks and out of the shallow, but freezing cold water.
“You … you scream like a little girl,” he informed her as he watched her tried to climb out of the waist deep water.
“I am a girl! Help me up!” she demanded as she continued reaching up, but the smooth rocks had no handhold to grab onto.
“What do I get if I do?” Spike asked with a smirk.
“Not beaten up …” Buffy countered as she tried jumping up, but another wave came and knocked her off balance and she ended up getting dunked under again.
“Uh-uh…need more than that, pet,” Spike laughed as he grabbed her arm and helped her get back to her feet.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, still shivering as she wrapped her arms around her body.
Spike shrugged – cold didn’t really bother him, it wasn’t like he had a body temperature to maintain.
“Well, I’m freezing …” she informed him, her teeth starting to chatter.
“Maybe I could … warm you up,” Spike suggested, wagging his eyebrows suggestively and raking his eyes down her body.
“Wellll…” Buffy drawled with a coy smile. “That might be acceptable…”
Spike went under the water and came up between Buffy’s legs, picking her up on his shoulders. When he was standing again, Buffy started climbing up onto the nearest boulder and Spike helped her get up on it by pressing up on her feet with his hands. When Buffy was up, she turned around, still laying on her stomach, and offered a hand to Spike. He leveraged one foot against the boulder at his back and pushed up as she pulled, until they were both lying on top of the smooth rock.
Spike stood up and gave her a hand up and then they both started making their way back to the small area of sand where their blanket was. Spike picked up some dry driftwood that had wedged between the rocks and brought it with them as they jumped from one rock to the next.
Back on the small beach that was wedged between the rocks and the cliff, Spike set all the driftwood in a pile and took some of the paper wrappers from their lunch, stuffed them under the wood and lit them with his lighter.
“Let’s have your clothes, then …” Spike said to Buffy when he had the fire going, pulling his own wet shirt off and starting to unfasten his jeans.
“What!? Here?” she asked, looking around nervously. It was still early afternoon – anyone could come down the staircase and see them.
“Unless you want to ride home on the bike in those wet clothes … C’mon, pet - I promised to warm you up,” he reminded her, holding his hand out for her clothes, “and you know I always keep my promises.”
“Yeah, but …” Buffy started to protest as Spike dropped his jeans and laid them and his shirt out flat on one of the boulders to dry.
Buffy watched him as he turned away from her, his bare back and ass damp from their unfortunate mishap, glistened in the sun. The hard muscles of his back and arms rippled and seemed to just beg to be touched as he reached out and spread his clothes out to dry in the sun on the smooth rock.
Buffy looked back up at the stairs … they’d been here for nearly three hours and hadn’t seen anyone yet, she reasoned, as she looked back at Spike. He was walking slowly towards her with that sexy swagger and smoldering look in his eyes that he knew she couldn’t resist. Droplets of water fell from his blond curls and sparkled like diamonds as they fell to his shoulders and rolled down his chest … down his hard abs and … oh, man.
“You gonna stand there n’ freeze or are ya gonna get outta them wet clothes, pet?” Spike asked in a deep voice as he came within arm’s reach of Buffy. He curled his tongue over his teeth and swept it slowly from left to right and Buffy thought she might melt into a puddle of goo right there on the beach.
Buffy’s eyes darted between the staircase and Spike’s eyes then back again. Oh, God, Buffy thought, looking back at Spike. The wind off the ocean was cutting through her wet clothes, what had felt refreshing earlier suddenly felt chilling against her wet skin and she shivered involuntarily. She wasn’t really sure if the shiver was from the cold or from the excitement building in her body as Spike moved closer to her … or a combination of the two.
Spike pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up and over her head and Buffy didn’t resist. The warm sun felt good on her skin, even though she was still wet. Spike wrung the shirt out and laid it atop another boulder nearby. Buffy wrapped her arms around her body and hopped up and down on her toes to try and get warm. When Spike got back, he unfastened her jeans and slid his hands under them, pushing them down her thighs and to the sand. The cold air on her wet skin sent more goose bumps racing over her body before the sun started to warm her lower body, as well.
Buffy kicked while Spike pulled the legs of her wet jeans until they were off, and he wrung them out and laid them out to dry with her shirt. Spike could see that Buffy was still cold, even with the wet clothes off, so he picked up the blanket they’d had on the ground and shook the sand off of it. He took her hand and led her near the fire he’d started, which was burning strongly now, and he wrapped the blanket around his back, then wrapped his arms and the blanket around her, holding her back to his chest as she faced the fire.
Buffy tugged the blanket closed around her body and pressed back against Spike with a moan. He’d warmed up some from the sun and was nearly dry already – the feel of his hard body against her back warmed her core just as surely as the fire he’d built warmed her skin.
Spike let go of the blanket since Buffy was now holding it, and ran his hands down her shoulders to her upper arms, then across her chest to unhook her bra from the front. He slid the straps down her arms and Buffy shrugged one arm then the other out of it, never completely letting go of the blanket that was wrapped around them. Spike pulled it out from under the blanket and tossed it with the other clothes up on a boulder to dry.
Spike dropped his lips to her neck and sucked softly at her skin as his hands roamed back around her, finding her hard nipples and circling them with silky touches of his fingers. Buffy moaned and tilted her head to the side, letting her wet hair fall away to give Spike better access to the damp skin of her neck. Spike sucked and licked and kissed her neck, running his mouth down from her ear to her shoulder and then back again, as if he were trying to lick off all the cold, salty water.
“So amazing you are, luv,” Spike murmured against her skin. “Taste like saltwater taffy, you do,” he told her and Buffy could feel a smile form on his lips as he continued his exploration of her neck with his mouth.
“Sweet, salty goodness?” she asked, her breathing beginning to get shallow as her body responded to his touches and the chill bumps on her skin stopped being about the cold.
“Mmmmm … a nummy treat,” he confirmed as he started pinching her hard nipples lightly with his fingers, causing Buffy to draw in a sharp breath and press her ass back against his hard cock.
“Hmmm…I think I’d like a taste of that,” Buffy breathed as she pressed the ends of the blanket she was holding into Spike’s hands and turned in his arms, dropping down to her knees in the sand in front of him.
Spike held the blanket tightly around them as Buffy took his cock in her hands and stroked gently up and down its hard length. When he felt her warm tongue lick the pre-cum from his cum slit, he moaned and his eyes fluttered closed. Buffy licked down the underside of his cock to his balls, taking each of his precious jewels into her mouth as she ran her tongue ‘round and ‘round them.
“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered as she sucked his balls into her mouth. He put both ends of the blanket into one hand as he lowered the other hand to tangle in her wet hair … he needed to touch her – he had to feel her in his hands.
Buffy slid her mouth back up Spike’s cock to the mushroom head and circled it with her tongue before dropping her mouth down on him quickly – taking his rod into her mouth with one hard stroke until his cock hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” Spike exclaimed as he tried to resist thrusting forward with his hips, but failed. Buffy grabbed the sides of his hips, her fingertips digging into his ass cheeks to control his movements as she sucked up and down his hard length. When Spike’s body tried to take control back from her, she dug in harder with her fingers and forced him to match her rhythm and depth.
Spike loved that she could control him – that she wasn’t afraid to take control and make his body do what she wanted it to do; no more and no less. It made him crazy with desire when her mouth slowed down and took only the head of his cock in and out of her heat, teasing him with her tongue and lips, not letting him press in further.
“Mmmmmm,” Buffy moaned as she held his hips perfectly still and began nibbling lightly with her teeth around the swollen head of his cock. “It does taste like saltwater taffy,” she confirmed with a grin. The fact that anyone could walk down the staircase at any moment and catch them had been completely driven from her mind, just like the cold had been driven from her limbs, by her body’s desire for Spike.
“God, Buffy … need you,” Spike moaned as he tried to push her head down further on his cock with the hand he had in her hair. Buffy pushed against him, still not allowing him control, and continued her slow exploration of his glans with her teeth, lips, and tongue.
She needed him, too. Her body was screaming at her to push him down and ride him like a stallion, but she so loved teasing him, making him crazy with desire, making him moan her name and plead for more. Maybe there was a little bit of a dominatrix deep down in her somewhere … maybe it was just Slayer.
Buffy released his cock completely and dropped a soft kiss on his left hip bone, just above where her right hand was still holding his hips still, then slid her mouth down below her hand and trailed her tongue down his thigh, leaving a trail of fire on his skin in its wake. Spike’s legs began to quiver as her tongue and lips licked and kissed the soft skin on his left thigh then moved over to do the same on his right. If she was trying to make him insane, it was working perfectly.
Spike felt like a Christmas cracker being pulled in two … her soft mouth and tongue on his skin in sharp contrast to her fingers digging into his flesh as she held his hips still. The two opposing factors would soon rip him apart with a loud ‘bang’, of that he had no doubt. He didn’t so much mind being ripped in two, but he definitely wanted to be buried inside her hot, wet quim when the ‘bang’ … uhh … came.
Buffy had pushed Spike to the limit and beyond. Spike growled deeply and dropped the blanket as he reached under her arms and pulled her up off the sand until her body was pressed against his and his lips were devouring hers. As the blanket fell away, the sun bathed them both in its warm rays and Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy, pulling her against him with all his strength, as if he could stop the world and melt into her right there.
Buffy moaned against his mouth, at first fighting with him for control of the kiss, then backing down and letting him take over. As much as she loved having the control, she also loved that he could take it away from her if she pushed him too far, made him too crazy, which she did every chance she got.
Spike lifted her feet up off the sand and carried her a few steps back and to one side of the fire until her back hit one of the large, smooth boulders that surrounded the small patch of sand, never breaking the kiss. Spike set her feet back down as he ran his hands down her body, hooked his thumbs under the sides of her thong and pressed it down her thighs.
Buffy broke the kiss to breathe and help him get her underwear off. She took over from him and pushed one side down her leg as she lifted her foot up and pulled it free of the lacy undergarment.
Spike thought she smelled heavenly before, but that was nothing compared to the sweet aroma of her desire that assaulted his senses when she raised her leg. As much as he wanted to be inside her, he just had to have a taste of her sweet nectar first.
Spike dropped down to his knees in front of her and lifted her leg back up, draping it over his shoulder as he spread her pussy lips with his fingers, revealing her hard clit and dripping quim to him.
Spike leaned in and touched her clit lightly with the tip of his tongue and Buffy’s knees nearly buckled. She leaned against the rock at her back as she put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
“God, Spike…” she moaned as he ran his tongue around her clit, teasing her as she’d done him.
Her pussy juice tasted sweeter to him than anything he’d ever known … perhaps even sweeter than her blood at that moment. He slid his tongue up and down her pink slit, from her clit to her throbbing hole and back again, teasing and tasting her as she moaned in ecstasy.
“Yes, baby … God, Spike – make me cum, baby … God, need to cum,” Buffy begged him. He wanted terribly to tease her within an inch of insanity as she’d done him … but the sound of her pleas, the way she moaned his name and writhed under his touch broke his resolve instantly.
Spike sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled on it with his teeth and Buffy’s hips jerked against his face. Spike began flicking his tongue rapidly against her sensitive nub as he pressed his thumb into her aching hole.
“Oh, Spike! Fuck, yes!” Buffy screamed as he began pushing in and out with his thumb while his index finger found her ass and teased against her puckered hole.
“Do it! God, Spike - yes, give it to me!” Buffy demanded and Spike sucked hard against her clit as he pushed his finger in her ass and his thumb into her pussy.
“Aaaahhh …Fuck! Yessss!” Buffy screamed as Spike entered her tight hole with his finger and pressed back with is thumb, nearly touching them together through her pussy walls, causing the most exquisite sensation to explode through her as he continued to suck feverishly on her clit.
Buffy’s pussy and ass both tightened and quivered around Spike’s fingers as she came. Her cum coated his hand and ran down her thigh as her hips bucked against him and she fought to remain upright.
When Spike felt her begin to relax again, he pulled out of her tight holes and stood up, placing the one leg that had been over his shoulder around his waist to open her quim to him. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers as she pulled his body against hers with her leg. She could taste her cum on his mouth and that just made her want his cock inside her even more.
“Fuck me … Fuck me hard, Spike,” she moaned against his lips. Spike smirked…that had been his plan, but to hear her begging him for it just made him want her more.
Spike bent his knees and tilted his hips as he guided his cock up into her heat, pressing in slowly then grinding his hips in a slow circle so his pubic bone churned against her clit. Buffy leaned backwards, her back arching as she pressed her hips against him and tightened the leg around his waist until her heel was digging into his ass cheek.
Spike continued to swivel his hips in firm, slow circles against her as he leaned down and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. Buffy tangled her hands in his wet curls, pulling his mouth down against her breast even harder as she moaned in pleasure. Having Spike inside her always made her feel like she was floating on air and today was no exception. She’d stopped feeling cold long ago, and now the heat of the sun tingled on her skin as a thin sheen of perspiration took the place of the cold salt water that had been there before.
Spike’s hands roamed over her body – her soft skin, her firm muscles felt so good under his palms. His hands slid over her rib cage then to the swell of her supple breasts. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing lightly as he trailed his mouth up to her neck and nibbled at her shoulder with his blunt teeth.
“God, Spike … please,” Buffy begged him again as he continued his slow rhythm with his hips.
Buffy felt like heaven to him – his cock buried in her wet heat, her body pressed against his, her soft skin and full breasts under his hands, her salty skin against his lips – there couldn’t have possibly been anything better in the entire world than this. Spike began pulling in and out of her tight hole, slowly at first then building faster and harder as his control waned again and his body demanded more.
Buffy screamed at him to give her more, harder, faster as her own control floated away on the waves. She wanted to feel his cock slamming into her, feel it surge and pulse as his cum erupted up from his balls and flowed into her – filling her with his sweet nectar. She wanted to feel that explosion that starts in her core and spreads out over her whole body like ripples in a pond – she wanted to dance in heaven with her husband and float happily back to earth in his arms.
Spike couldn’t get any more leverage standing up in this position … and her demands for more, along with his own need to be buried deeper in her heat, forced him to change their position. He reluctantly pulled out of her, but before Buffy could even protest, his hands were on her hips, turning her around. Buffy understood instantly and spread her legs wider as she bent forward against the rock that a moment before she’d been leaning her back against.
Spike slid his wet cock down the crack of her ass, pausing momentarily at her puckered hole. Buffy moaned and pressed back against him, taking just the head of his cock into her tight ass. “Oh God,” she murmured as her back arched and she shivered in anticipation and excitement.
Spike moved his hips ever so slightly, just enough to fuck her ass with the head of his cock, popping it in and out of the tight ring of muscles there. He reached one hand around her and found her clit and pressed down hard. Buffy gasped and her body jerked like she’d been shot when he touched the bundle of nerves – his fingers sending bullets of fire down her legs and up her body.
Spike kept his shallow rhythm in her ass going as he fingered her clit. He could feel her climax building … feel her body tense and her muscles contract as she soared higher and higher. He loved making her cum … she was so primal, so passionate, so fiery – he never tired of hearing her scream in pleasure and knowing that he brought her there.
Buffy held onto the boulder in front of her with all her strength as she felt the tidal wave of bliss growing and expanding within her. Spike’s cock sliding in and out of her puckered hole and his fingers on her clit and pussy were combining to send her soaring, gliding across the ocean atop the wave of the pleasure within her.
As the blissful wave crashed down over her, Buffy’s body convulsed and trembled, her back arched and that primal scream that Spike loved so much escaped her throat. She had no control over it … to control it meant controlling her body and that would be like trying to harness the oceans, stop the tides, keep the earth from rotating – it was impossible.
Buffy felt as if she was gliding effortlessly across the water, like a hovercraft racing over the waves, as her orgasm reverberated through her body. It seemed to bounce off her bones and skin and muscles and collide back upon itself, propelling her faster and higher…raising the tidal wave within her to seismic proportions.
Spike stilled his hips as her muscles contracted around him so tightly that it was actually painful. He pressed down hard on her clit when the scream escaped her throat and Buffy bucked her ass against him as her back arched, her head tilted back, and her hair fell like a golden waterfall across her back. When Buffy’s legs began to quiver and tremble under her, Spike grabbed her hips and supported her weight as she soared and glided and surfed across the waves of pleasure.
When Spike felt her coming back down and her body finally began to relax again, he pulled out of her ass and almost immediately slammed his cock into her dripping pussy.
“Oh God yes! Spike, yes!” Buffy screamed as the new sensation thrust her body back up atop the wave of pleasure that she’d been riding.
Spike pulled her hips back against him as he drove his cock into her, flesh slapping against flesh, his hard cock being engulfed by her strong, supple pussy walls.
“Oh God, Buffy … so hot, so tight! God, woman! Bloody Christ!” Spike exclaimed as he pistoned into her heat. She felt exquisite, her body responded to him like a fine instrument – tuned exactly to the key of ‘Spike’. He’d never known anyone so perfectly matched to him before, so perfectly in tune with his own desires and needs. Maybe it was the bond, maybe it was because of how much they loved each other, or because she was the Slayer and he a vampire. Whatever it was, it was perfect, she was perfect; they were made for each other, he was sure of it.
Spike sent Buffy sailing across the ocean again – rocketing even faster than before. She could almost feel the wind in her face as she glided along, rising higher and higher with the building wave of ecstasy within her body. Spike’s cock slammed into her, stretching her, filling her, playing her body like a Stradivarius that had been custom made just for him. There were places within her that only he could touch, places that only he knew about, only he could fathom – not just physical places, but spiritual ones, visceral ones, and he knew them all.
“Cum for me, Buffy…scream for me,” Spike demanded as he continued to lift her higher and higher. He sent her riding the crest of that wave until she was so high she couldn’t even see the ocean below her any longer. As the wave broke and came crashing down within her again, Buffy’s mind let go and her body took control. The scream that Spike demanded came from her beautiful lips as her body quaked and shuddered and convulsed under him.
Buffy’s scream slashed through the last shred of control Spike had and he thrust into her one last time as his balls tightened and his cum shot into her quivering pussy. Suddenly, he was caught in that tidal wave with Buffy as it crashed over him and tumbled them both down into the deepest depths of the ocean.
Buffy took Spike’s hand as they swam effortlessly, twirling in slow circles then gliding side by side through the warm, crystal clear water. Spike took Buffy in his arms as they drifted slowly back towards the surface. It was a dreamy, underwater dance; they spun in leisurely circles in each other’s arms as they ascended from the deepest depths of their souls and back to their bodies.
Buffy gasped for air, feeling as if she had actually been underwater, as she came back from the blissful ride that Spike had taken her on. Suddenly, her knees wobbled and gave out. Spike had been struggling to remain standing himself and when she went down, he tumbled down with her – both of them landing like a tangle of wet noodles on the sand.
Spike pulled her against him, her back to his chest, wrapped a strong arm around her body as he kissed her neck and shoulder. Buffy wrapped her arm over his and snuggled back against him as a low, satisfied purr came from her throat.
“So primal, so passionate … You are amazing, luv,” Spike whispered to her.
“You aren’t so bad yourself…” Buffy murmured, closing her eyes and just letting the sensation of his body against her back, his strong arm across her middle, and the sun warming her front engulf her.
“Did you get…warmed up?” Spike asked with a smirk as he traced a line from her ear to her shoulder with his tongue.
“Mmmmm,” Buffy moaned, wriggling her ass back against him. “Ya know, there might be one or two spots that are still cold … you may have to just start over …”
“Are there, now? Well, we can’t have that,” Spike agreed.
“Not worried ‘bout Peepin’ Toms anymore?” he asked, looking up at that staircase that led to the scenic overlook above them.
Buffy shrugged. “It is California … they’ve probably seen worse on Saturday night at Hollywood and Vine…probably wouldn't even notice us ...”
It was late when Spike and Buffy got back to Sunnydale. Anya had taken Annie, Dani, and Billy home with her and, after some discussion on the cell phone, they decided that Buffy could just pick Annie up in the morning and take her to school from there and Anya would bring the babies back to the Magic Box with her and JJ when she went to work and Buffy could pick them up after she dropped Annie off.
Even though Buffy and Spike missed seeing the kids, they were both happily exhausted from their “day off” and appreciated Anya and Xander letting all the kids stay at their house for the night. Xander loved having more kids in the house and hoped that Anya might change her mind about having another baby … but so far having sleepovers with Buffy and Spike’s kids was as far as that mission had gotten. However, Anya had informed Xander that if he would pull his bottom lip up over the top of his head and hold it there for about four hours, then she would think about it… so far, Xander had opted to not try that approach.
Spike and Buffy were still talking and laughing as they walked in from the garage when Buffy suddenly stopped. “Angel,” she announced as she felt the familiar tingle down her spine.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell,” he muttered tiredly; it had been a perfect day … up until Buffy uttered that one word. “Haven’t we disinvited the wanker yet?”
“I don’t think we can, Spike. You’re a vampire, therefore, this is, technically, a vampire lair – vampire’s can’t disinvite other vampires,” Buffy explained to him.
“I don’t know why the bloody hell not … That doesn’t seem right. Are you sure?”
“Totally,” Buffy sighed, rolling her eyes as she started walking again.
“I’ll have to bring that up at the next BASVA meetin’,” Spike muttered to himself.
“The what?” Buffy asked, stopping again and looking at him.
“The BASVA …” Spike told her as if she should know what that meant.
Buffy raised her brows, shrugged, and shook her head, silently asking him to explain further.
Spike rolled his eyes and sighed. “The British-American Souled Vampire Association.”
“Oh, of course… ‘basva’, of which you are a member,” Buffy concluded sarcastically.
“President,” Spike announced with a smirk as he started walking again. Buffy rolled her eyes as she followed him.
Buffy and Spike walked into the great room to find Angel sitting at the research table flipping through one of the books as he waited for them to return.
“Don’t people in L.A. own bloody telephones?” Spike asked as he and Buffy walked up to the research table.
“Spike … love the new ‘do…the curls are just adorable,” Angel retorted sarcastically, closing the book on the table.
“Sod off,” Spike shot back, running a hand back through his hair. He’d forgotten about his hair being ‘au naturel’ after their day at the beach.
“Nice to see you looking so… tan and freckly,” Angel remarked as he stood up and moved around the table towards Spike and Buffy. “And without the ring …” Angel continued with a furrowed brow, looking at Spike’s hands.
Spike smirked. “Don’t need the bloody ring, wanker – got the Shanshu in the other dimension,” Spike told him.
Angel narrowed his eyes at Spike. “Really? Then why do I only hear one heartbeat?”
“Because you’re bloody deaf, old man. Probably got swimmer’s ear from all that time you spent communin’ with the fish,” Spike suggested, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at Angel. “I think they got some drops for that now - maybe you should go check it out, Aquaman.”
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. He reminded himself that he hadn’t come here to argue with Spike … although it was like a magnet – some invisible force that just drew them into squabbles, it seemed like it had always been that way – oil and water.
“Right, that must be it,” Angel acquiesced and Spike looked at him suspiciously. That was too easy…
“Hi, Buffy,” Angel forced a smile as he turned his attention to her.
“Angel. How are you?” Buffy asked, thankful the argument over the ring had ended without a brawl.
“Good … well, pretty good, considering,” Angel started.
“Vision Girl kicked your sorry ass out!” Spike accused. “You ain’t staying here, no bloody way.”
“Spike,” Angel breathed as if speaking to an insolent child. “Cordy did not kick me out … in fact, we’re engaged – we’re getting married.”
“Oh, Angel, that’s great news!” Buffy beamed as she stepped forward and gave Angel a hug. “Congratulations! When’s the big day?”
“Thanks … well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you…to both of you, about,” Angel stammered slightly. He really would’ve preferred to just talk to Buffy, but…
“No – you ain’t having the bloody wedding in our garden!” Spike started. “Got yer own garden at that flea-bag hotel … you can have it there.”
“Spike, would you shut up for once in your life and just listen?” Angel reprimanded him, his agitation growing again – this really wasn’t quite going as he had hoped.
Spike folded his arms across his chest and glared at Angel. He looked at the weapons chest at the end of the table … locked. Damn it! Any other time he’d have a stake in the waistband of his jeans… then he remembered the promise he’d made to Buffy.
Bloody hell, can’t stake the wanker … I wonder if I just poked one eye out if that would be breakin’ my promise… Spike mused silently as he continued to glare at his grand-sire.
“What’s going on, Angel?” Buffy asked, moving slightly in front of Spike to put herself between him and Angel. She wasn’t so sure that Spike’s promise to not stake Angel was one that he could actually keep…
“Well, the thing is … I’d like to give Cordy a nice wedding – not, you know, Robin Leach worthy, but, nice,” Angel started.
“And you need money…” Buffy guessed, based on what Cordy had told them the last time she was there.
“No! No … nothing like that – I had some stashed away, kind of off the books, enough to get things fixed and get us a little start until I can get the agency running again,” Angel clarified immediately. In fact, he still had the money that he’d hidden in the hotel in the early ‘50s – money that had been stolen from the City Trust Bank of Salina, Kansas by another guest at the hotel at that time.
“Then … what do you need?” Buffy asked, confused.
“Guests…” Angel said simply.
“You’re inviting us to your bloody wedding?” Spike asked, incredulous.
“Yeah … you, Giles, Willow – all the Scoobies, actually, and anyone else you can think of that knows Cordy. I want it to be a big gathering for her,” Angel explained as he handed Buffy several envelopes containing formal invitations.
“I know that it’s short notice … she wants to get married the Saturday before Christmas, but I really hope you can come,” Angel told Buffy sincerely. "So does Cordy."
“You just want more bloody gifts …” Spike accused, looking over Buffy’s shoulder as she opened one of the invitations.
Angel folded his arms over his chest and glared at Spike, suddenly regretting his decision to not bring a stake with him. Of course, if Spike had the ring on him somewhere, a stake wouldn’t do any good … Where the hell is the ring, anyway? Angel wondered as he looked Spike up and down.
“You needin’ something other than guests, pet? Vision Girl not takin' care a' things for ya? ‘Cause the way you’re looking at me, makes a bloke wonder …” Spike pointed out with a smirk.
Angel rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh. “Spike, have I told you lately how much you annoy me?”
Spike smirked. “No, but thanks … can’t hear compliments like that often enough.”
“We’ll be there,” Buffy interjected before Angel could respond. “Can the kids come?”
“Sure – I’d love to see them. I know Cordy would, too,” Angel confirmed, turning his attention back to Buffy and away from Spike.
“Don’t we have a thing that day?” Spike asked, nudging Buffy in the ribs from behind.
“Noooo, we do not have a thing that day, Spike,” Buffy said slowly, turning her head around, meeting his eyes with hers and giving him a look that made it clear that any further discussion should be shelved, at least for now.
Spike rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Great!” Angel exclaimed enthusiastically. “Just hand those out to anyone you can think of from high school that Cordy knew – I really want it to be a big party for her.
"I'll try to find Harm - she mighta survived the soldier boys...I'm sure she'd love to see..." Spike started and Buffy elbowed him in the ribs.
"I'll take care of it," Buffy assured Angel with a forced smile.
“Is Lorne around? I’d like to invite him myself …” Angel asked Buffy.
“He’ll be at work at the Bronze until after two – I’m sure you can find him there,” Buffy told Angel. “I’m know he’d love to see you … but I’m not sure how hep he’ll be about coming to the wedding. Cordy and Gunn were pretty crappy to him while you were… umm...gone.”
“I know,” Angel agreed. “Cordy told me about it. I’ll talk to him and see … it’d be great to see him, either way.”
“Well, better get to it. Ta ever so for stoppin’ by – try the phone next time – gets better gas mileage,” Spike advised as he ushered Angel towards the door.
“See you on the eighteenth,” Buffy called after Angel as Spike closed the door behind his grand-sire.
“You didn’t have to be so rude,” Buffy chastised him as they both started up the stairs.
“I wasn’t rude … he’s not a pile a’ dust, is he? Still had both eyes, all four limbs and his entrails when he left. I think I was quite civil and displayed a great measure of self control,” Spike retorted with a smirk.
“You didn’t even ask him to join your club…” Buffy pointed out.
“Yeah, the British-American Souled Vampire Association. I’m sure he would’ve jumped at the chance…” Buffy quipped.
“He don’t qualify …” Spike pointed out.
“Why not? He’s a vampire. He has a soul. He’s British …”
“Pleease! Not British! Irish!” Spike clarified.
“And the big difference is...?” Buffy questioned as they reached their bedroom and headed in.
“First of all, football isn’t the national sport,” Spike informed her with a smirk.
Buffy just laughed and shook her head. Apparently, the BASVA was destined to have just one member.
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