June 22, 2007 4:45 PM
The small group stood in Judge Lawrence’s office with Buffy and Spike in the center. The judge stood in front of them with his secretary and Morgana next to Buffy while Raven and Elijah stood next to Spike. It was time.
“Buffy, William, please join hands.” Judge Lawrence instructed.
They turned to face each other joining their hands while their eyes fused together in this moment that was only for them.
“Buffy, repeat after me.”
He began to recite the words of the vows that Buffy had chosen to pledge herself to Spike.
“I, Buffy, take thee, William to be my wedded husband,”
I had woken that morning in a warm cocoon of darkness surrounded with the smell of sunshine and Buffy. My face was buried in my pillow with my arms around it and after blinking my eyes a few times awareness had begun to seep itself into my brain. I held the comforter over my head by my fingers trying to keep in the night. It was a night that I didn't want to let go of. I was home and Buffy had let me in. Into our home, into our bed and back into her heart and I knew that I should cherish that privilege.
A small hand began to move against my leg making me realize that Buffy was curled beside me using my back as a pillow. And that she was buried under the covers.
"Can you breathe, Love?" I asked her without moving my head.
"Yes," she answered in a muffled voice. Then her finger jabbed into my hip a few times and she told me sternly, "Don't do anything to asphyxiate me down here." A giggle accompanied her command and I smiled at her playfulness.
Her hand returned to my leg, rubbing it with the palm then curled around it as it made an upward path. My ass was her next destination as she held one cheek for a moment before squeezing it gently. Two fingers dived between my legs prodding my balls.
"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked her.
"No. Not done."
The other cheek was now being given the same treatment as the first one had received. My eyes shuttered close as desire started to lick at me and I let her lead me on. My leg was caressed for as far as she could reach before making a return trek. I was impatient as I waited for what she would do next as her hand moved to my lower back slipping under the t-shirt I was wearing. Fingers delved under the waistband of the jeans. Her nails scraped the upper curve and tickled the crack of my butt.
I groaned as my words from last night about wanting to wait until after the ceremony mocked me. Buffy as usual was pushing me under so easily as her hand explored the planes of my back then light as a feather her finger traced my spine from top to bottom.
“Secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love,”
She shifted, coming up on her hands and knees over me. Her hands were on either side of my head and her knees straddled my hips. I started to turn over but a hand was planted between my shoulder blades.
"I told you no that I wasn't done." This time her voice held more authority and less playfulness and I wondered just what she was up to. We were still under the comforter but it had been pulled up exposing my feet to the chilly morning air.
I laid back down closing my eyes again as I waited for her to make another move. A chill ran through my body ending at my groin as her warm wet tongue ran up the back of my neck leaving a trail of spittle in her wake. Her breath blew on it, drying my skin and her head shifted so that her nose tickled the back of my ear.
"Now turn over," she whispered to me releasing my back.
“On this special and holy day, I give to you,”
Still holding the comforter over my head I turned under her. Even in the semi-darkness I could see the outline of her face above me. Her lips invited me closer and I rose up to kiss her.
"No kissing allowed," she commanded as she pulled back and proceeded to rub her heat down onto my growing erection.
My head tilted in confusion as I looked up at her.
She shimmied down over my legs until her face was over my pelvis. Anticipation made me smile as I thought I had figured out what she was doing. Her face came forward to rub against me without undoing the jeans then downwards until her nose was buried between my legs. The sound of her sniffing me was soft at first but became louder as her face came over me. She looked up at me briefly but quickly turned her eyes down to her fingers, watching them as they outlined my cock against my jeans. There was a gentle squeeze to the head before she moved on.
"Buffy?"
"Shhh, busy right now."
My stomach was where she turned her attention next. The shirt was pushed up as she caressed my lower abdomen. As she had with my back her fingers drifted under the waistband tousling my pubic hair like she would the hair on my head. This game of exploration, whatever it was, was taking me over the top as the feel of her fingers on my skin sent darts of sexual chills through me.
“In the presence of God and these witnesses my sacred promise to stay by your side as your wife,”
As my response grew so did my desire to participate and I reached out to entwine my hand in her locks but was rejected as she shook me off.
"No touching."
As I let my hand fall to the bed beside us. Her tongue dove into my belly button, licking it clean. My shirt was pushed up and out of the way as her lips journeyed toward my chest. She sucked very quickly on one nipple then the other. There was no tenderness in her administrations to this part of my body. Her mouth was harsh against me as she tugged my nipples between her teeth. I inhaled sharply as the pleasure and pain of her bite coursed through me. Buffy seemed to have an agenda and I wasn't sure if it was to please me or punish me but something nudged me telling me to just let her have her way.
“In sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad,”
As she released me she pulled the comforter from where I was still holding it and flipped it back exposing us to the morning light. It took a few blinks before I adjusted to it but when I did I saw it there in her eyes, the hurt and disappointment in me, in this mockery of her wedding day, and in herself for still loving me. But it was gone in the blink of her eyes and was replaced with a grin from ear to ear and mirth that danced in her eyes.
Her small hand reached between us and into the waistband of my jeans again. Before I realized what she was doing she had plucked out a few of my hairs.
"Owww, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
She laughed.
"Something old," she announced as she pulled her hand out and inspected her prize before reaching over and laying them on the nightstand. Folding her arms across my chest she leaned down toward me. "Something new are the children. Something blue." She rubbed herself against my hardened length again effectively killing any hope I had of sex this morning. "And all we need is something borrowed and we have the complete set."
"Something borrowed? How about carrying Mr. Pointy instead of a bouquet then you can finish killing me off as they pronounce us man and wife?" I told her irritably.
"Good idea," she responded with another giggle.
I looked up at her in surprise as she laughed about staking me. For some reason her finding humor in my demise bothered me. I didn't say anything though not wanting to start a fight today of all days. Maybe it was just a joke and not intended to hurt me in anyway.
Suddenly her face grew pensive as she leaned closer to me. Her lips pursed as she blew across my face.
"Do I have morning breath?"
My eyes opened wide as I looked up at her. She was serious. It was beginning to look like the chit had gone mad while we were sleeping.
"It's not the most pleasant thing I have ever smelled." I told her honestly.
Buffy nodded her head and leaned in again. This time her nose was pressed against my mouth as her index finger pulled my lips apart. She sniffed at my breath like she had at my crotch. It was a little bit more delicate though as I blew some air out for her to smell. I really wanted to laugh at this point because this was bloody ridiculous. But it was also the most interesting thing to happen in our bedroom in quite a while and I was curious as to where it would lead.
"It smells like stale pussy," she told me quite seriously when she had completed her inspection and was once again leaning on my chest.
I couldn't help but laugh at her remark.
"How the hell would you know what stale pussy smells like?" I asked her as soon as I could catch my breath.
One eyebrow rose quite haughtily at my question. Never breaking a grin or a giggle this time she replied, "Lived in a house full of women. Remember?"
“I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress,”
I laughed again as I reached up to caress her thighs. Suddenly there was a wagging finger in my face.
"I told you. No touching."
My hands were removed from her legs to be laid flat against the bed then her knees shifted to rest on them so that they were pinned against the mattress.
"If you want we can get handcuffs." I told her hoping that maybe there was other games that she wanted to play.
A quick shake of her head and an emphatic no was my answer. Closing my eyes in resignation I nodded. Her hair drifted across my face and neck as she came closer to me. My earlobe was sucked into her mouth, the tip of it licked, then released.
"If you want to get the restraints with the padding so my wrists don't get rubbed raw, that's okay," she whispered. Her words sent me into a hazy rush of need so strong that I involuntarily arched upward, pushing against her pussy but she only lifted herself away from my reach.
“Encourage you to achieve all of your goals,”
With a sigh I opened my eyes as she settled across my chest again. For a few moments she just studied me. Taking in closely ever part of my features and I did the same to her. Her face was void of makeup except a smudge of mascara under one eye that had escaped last night's washing. In the corner of the other was still some sleepies clinging to her eyelashes and over her eyes were a few stray eyebrows she needed to tweeze. On her chin was the beginning of a pimple where she propped the phone when she talked. And it was time for our roots to be done as I took in the brown strands forcing their way to the surface.
She never looked more beautiful to me in this moment. Today she would become my wife and a mother to two children. And she had no fear of it. Her faith in us as a family was strong enough for both of us. It needed to be. Even though I had told her I wanted to try, I was still afraid of it. The only thing that I was sure of was that I loved her. That I wanted her like no other woman I had ever known.
"Change."
"What?" I asked shaken from my reverie.
"Change. I want the demon," she said calmly.
"I can't just ch…"
My protest was choked from me as she twisted my nipple roughly almost as if she was going to twist it right off my chest. The pain was so intense I immediately vamped out while growling up at her. Unshaken by the meaningless threat she proceeded to study my vampire features as closely as she had my human face. Her fingertips drifted over my forehead then down my cheek to my mouth.
Her eyes came to look up at me with a soft sadness in her eyes.
"Did you give her this?"
"What?" I was confused as to what she meant.
"Did she get the demon side of you too?"
I shook my head up at her knowing exactly what she meant. Since I no longer bit anyone for food it was now only a sexual thing that I had just recently started to share with Buffy and she wanted to know if that part of our relationship had been defiled.
"No, I didn’t bite her."
"My demon." Buffy said reverently as she kissed me softly on the lips.
“Laugh with you and cry with you,”
Then I knew what she was doing. What this all had been about. Buffy was taking back what was hers. She was reclaiming her property and I relaxed. I would willingly give her whatever she needed to feel confident again in us.
“Grow with you in mind and spirit,”
Her fingers came to my mouth pulling my jaw down some. One fang was explored then the other. Buffy even went so far as to push my upper lip up to follow it up into my gums. Then once she was satisfied with this she brought her face down to mine so that we were almost touching but not quite. Her nose rested alongside mine and unblinking eyes stared down into mine. Erotically her tongue ran along one fang, tasting it, making me want to respond but I knew I couldn't unless I wanted to make her feel rejected.
I watched as her eyelids fluttered shut as she pierced her tongue on the tip. A drop of blood fell into my mouth making me salivate in want. Between the sexual arousal and the demon blood lust I was beginning to lose my control. Hurriedly I lapped at her tongue trying to drink more blood when she pulled back.
There was a light slap to my cheek for my indiscretion as I waited for her. My lip trembled as I fought not to flip her onto her back and drink my fill. She swallowed very distinctly, letting me know what I hungered for was now gone.
"No. You have to say please first."
“Always be open and honest with you,”
Very slowly she lowered herself toward me rubbing her nose against mine. A light kiss then her tongue darted between my lips again. The other fang was receiving her devotion now. Then again she pierced her tongue on it and as I tasted the new flow of blood she pulled back. Right above me it dangled. Her tongue coated in rich and flowing blood. I whimpered in almost overwhelming want.
"Please?"
With approval she came forward tapping the side of my mouth telling me to open. I did. Wide. Anything just to receive the prize in front of me. Her tongue came into my mouth then she tapped me again to let me know that it was okay. I clamped down on it with all the power in my jaws sucking at it like it was a lifeline. My hips came up trying to satisfy the burning need of my cock. This time she ground herself back into me and I came like a schoolboy at his first groping session, soaking the front of my jeans with my seed.
Tears flowed down my face as I looked up at her after I had taken all her tongue was willing to give me knowing I was now broken by the woman above me.
"You will never find anyone who knows who you are or what you need more than me," she told me as she lovingly wiped the tears from my face.
“And cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”
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The judge smiled in satisfaction as Buffy completed her vows with a calmness and power that showed her dedication to the man she was marrying. It was good to see two people so obviously in love and suited for one another.
"Now, William, please repeat after me."
Buffy squeezed Spike's hands as she noticed the subtle trembling in his body. A tear fell across Spike's cheek as he tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He knew that his voice was going to crack as he tried to say the vows he had written with Raven but his only thought was he was able to say them for her.
“I, William, take you Buffy, to be my wife, my friend and my soul mate.”
We had just finished dressing after our shower when there was a knock on our bedroom door. It was Raven. After glancing at Spike to make sure he was decent I called out for her to enter.
"Hey, Buffy, I'm going to go down and start the coffee…" Raven stopped in mid-sentence when she noticed Spike standing by the bed. Her eyes widened in delight as he smiled at her. "Spike!"
She screamed as she ran across the room and into his arms. He picked her up squeezing her tight in embrace that showed his affection for this girl.
“Elijah,” Raven called out over her shoulder then turned to bury her face in Spike’s neck. “I’m so glad that you’re home.”
There was the sound of footsteps as they pounded across the hall toward us. Elijah came through the door in his usual style of full steam ahead and didn’t stop until he had been scooped up in Spike’s arm.
Spike looked up at me with a stunned smile showing his surprise that he had been so missed in his few days away. I smiled back at him as he moved to sit on the bed with his children. Raven came to sit next to him with one arm still looped around his neck and one hand on his arm. Elijah came to rest on his knee with Spike’s arm supporting him.
The two children began to rapidly talk over each other as they tried to fill Spike in all we had done in the past few days. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched my family together in such perfect comfortableness that even I had yet to reach with them. Leaving them to their reunion I slipped away to head downstairs.
“Before these witnesses I promise to love you and take care of you for all the time we are given together.”
Spike hovered behind me with his hand on my hip as I tried to get breakfast finished. Elijah happily munched on a cut up apple as he watched Spike and me.
“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered as he took the plate of pancakes from my hand to carry it over to the table. As I turned the stove off and took the pan to the sink he speared a couple for Elijah smearing the butter over them. While he prepared our son’s breakfast he kept glancing at me with a look of bewilderment on his face. This morning had taken him by surprise; actually it had taken me by surprise too, as I had taken back what was mine. It had been pure instinct that had driven me on as I let him know that I wouldn’t share ever again. And if keeping him meant that his demon had to be catered to then he would receive his due attention.
Raven came into the kitchen coming to sit between Spike and me. She laid her new cell phone on the table beside her plate. Since Josh had given it to her she hadn’t let it out of her sight for more than a few minutes.
“You have a cell phone?” Spike asked her as he saw it lying there.
“Yeah, Josh gave it to me a couple of days ago and Buffy showed me all the emergency numbers and the way to send messages to the rest of the family. It is like totally awesome,” she explained as she reached for the food to fix her breakfast.
“Buffy’s been busy since I’ve been gone.” His scathing look took in the phone and the refrigerator door with the chore charts. “Anything else I need to know?” Spike looked at me with his temper being give a short leash behind the blueness of his eyes.
“No, sweetheart, I told Raven that when you got back that you would show her the tunnels, escape routes and the safe house. Also, the rules and chores that were given while you were gone are temporary.” I defended myself trying not to be sarcastic. I knew he would feel displaced when he returned that’s why I had left things for him to show Raven and the children informed that things would be discussed further when he got back.
“Yeah, thank God, you are back. We have been living under Buffy’s regime and it has been not pleasant.” Raven joked with a trace of seriousness underlying her words. I knew she hoped that with Spike being back that she could go back to a life of leisure.
My eyes turned back to him as he relaxed under our words. A sheepish smile was flashed my way and I smiled back at him reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. This was our life together I tried to tell him without the words.
“I promise that I will stand beside you in sickness and in health, in times of prosperity and want, and all that life shows us of good times and bad times.”
I worked the gel through Spike’s hair as he watched me in the mirror. We only had about an hour before Morgana came to pick us up. She had called earlier telling me not to let Spike leave that he would ride with us to the courthouse. I didn’t know yet what she had planned but it would be good for us all to be together. It would be good for him.
“Thank you,” he said so low that I could barely hear him.
“What for?”
“For being you.”
His hands reached up to take my wrists and he pulled me around to sit on his lap. Leaning forward I kissed him chastely. That wasn’t the time to get into anything as I stood again. He sighed as I turned the dryer on to finish styling his hair. After it has been spiked to my satisfaction I flipped the dryer back off as I placed a kiss on the back of his neck then gently nipped him on the curve of his shoulder. As I pulled back I saw that he was grinning from my attention. It’s been too long since we had made love; really made love. Tonight I hoped we would be able to. While Spike had been in his study with Raven earlier, I had made some phone calls and arranged for Raven to stay at Dawn’s and Josh’s tonight and for Elijah to stay with Xander and Anya.
I moved around to sit on his lap but as he moved in to kiss me I started to do up his tie. He gave up throwing his hands into the air then letting them wrap around my waist and he let me do what I wanted to do. After it was tied I pulled him to me and gave him the kiss he’s been wanting. I could feel him getting hard against my hip and my tongue started to duel with his even more.
“Argggggh.” Raven exclaimed somewhere in the vicinity of the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” I called out to her as she stomped our way.
“Look at my hair. It looks like a frickin’ brillo pad,” she complained at the mess she had made as she tried to look nice for this afternoon.
“Come here.” Spike gestured her into the room then directed her to take his now vacated seat at the vanity bench. As I moved off to put my jacket on Spike began to fix her hair for her.
“You know how to do hair?” She asked in disbelief as she watched her hair move without aid in the mirror.
“Yeah, took care of Dru’s hair for a century,” he explained then at her quizzical look, “vampire ex-girlfriend.”
Raven nodded her head in response and patiently watched as he expertly twisted her hair up on top of her head.
When he was done he turned around to watch me for a moment as I fastened my shoes.
“Well, I guess everybody is ready,” he said reaching for his own jacket.
“Just have to get Elijah dressed…Elijah, where is he?” I asked.
The three of us look at each as we realized he had been completely forgotten in the last few minutes then with Spike in the lead we took off in search of him. We didn’t have to look far because he was in the middle of Raven’s bed with her make up bag emptied around him. He was busily drawing on his arm with lip gloss. As we stopped just in the doorway staring at him he looked up at us nervously.
“Elijah pretty too.” He explained what he was doing with his lip trembling, afraid of being in trouble.
“I have told you to leave my stuff alone.” Raven was about ready to go off on a tantrum when I laid a hand on her arm.
“No time. Morgana is going to be here in a few and we need to get him cleaned up and dressed.”
She released a loud dramatic sigh but moved into the room to get him off the bed. Spike headed off to run a bath and I started to clean up the mess. With the three of us working together we were all ready by the time that the door bell rang.
“I promise that I will be here as your friend, your lover, your partner in life, the father to our children and to always stand beside you in battle.”
We settled into the car that Morgana had rented to take us to the courthouse. It wasn’t too pretentious but still very nice. The windows were darkly tinted so that there was no problem with Spike riding with us. It was just a mad dash from the house with a blanket. Thankfully the courthouse had a covered parking garage so we could get in under shade.
Raven was so excited about riding in a limousine that she forgot about Elijah destroying all her makeup. She sat next to Morgana with Spike and I facing them and Elijah was between us. Spike looked more nervous every moment that went by. It was good to know that he couldn’t just get out and run at every stop light like he looked like he wanted to. Then suddenly he turned to me and reached over to take my hand. He mouthed his love to me then he seemed to calm down.
“Are you going to be my parents?” Elijah asked.
“Yes.” Spike answered.
“You going to be Mommy and Poppie now?”
“No, they are not. Mommy and Poppie are gone and no one can take their place.” Raven passionately answered him before either Spike or I could. The hurt on her face was so deep I wanted to hug her but knew that she wouldn’t allow it. Her pride was in the way now.
“Well, Elijah, do you want to call Buffy and Spike something else?” Morgana asked.
“They parents shouldn’t they be called parent names?” He replied to her looking from Spike to me.
Raven ignored the exchange staring steadfastly out the window.
“Well, there are other names besides Mommy and Poppie. How about Mama and Papa?” Morgana suggested.
“Pistol packin’ Mama and her big bad Papa.” Spike drolly twisted the names thus vetoing those ideas.
Morgana and I both laughed at his humor.
“How about Mum?” Spike suggested. “Or Mummy?”
“Mummy.” Elijah said patting my leg while laughing in the way only little children can with his head thrown back and loud enough to wake the dead.
“And since your Father was Poppie, how about Daddy for Spike?” Morgana supplied Spike’s new title.
“Daddy.” Elijah turned to Spike patting his leg.
In that moment we became more their parents than the paperwork we would receive shortly, although Raven still refused to call us anything but Buffy and Spike. We understood her reluctance and let her know that we were okay with it. If in time she changed her mind that was okay too.
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“I promise that I will be open and honest with you, be faithful to you, and cherish you for who are because you are the one I choose to spend this lifetime with.”
“Buffy and William in so much as you both have agreed to live in the bonds of Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, in front of these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. William, you may kiss your bride.”
There was nothing left to hold onto to keep himself together and Spike sobbed as the judge told them they were married. Buffy reached up to touch his face as he cried realizing that she had tears flowing down her face too. His arms came around her pulling her to him as he buried his face in her neck.
“Come on, Spike, kiss her.” Raven encouraged as she practically danced next to them.
“Yeah, I guess I need to.” He raggedly agreed wiping his face with his hand. With his other hand he pulled Buffy to him. “I love you, baby,” he whispered right before his lips met hers.
“Yay!” Raven and Elijah both shouted when they started to kiss.
The kiss started off sweet but quickly became more as she opened her mouth to him. The rest of the world disappeared as they became lost in their first married kiss. Finally after the coughing of the other adults in the room did they finally separate from each other.
“Okay, all we need to do is sign some paperwork for the children and then you all are on your way,” the judge told them as he headed for his desk.
Within half an hour the new family made their way out of the courthouse and headed for home to begin their life together.
TBC
Chapter 18