London Calling

Chapter 14


"Umm... Father? Where do you want us to stand?" Xander questioned, still looking a little hungover from the previous night's activities.

The older man smiled. "Call me Clem." He said, motioning Xander and Anya over in front of the pews. "Right about here would be good."

Anya bit her lip. "Are you sure? I mean, will everyone get a good look at my dress from this vantage point?" She asked anxiously. "Maybe I should stand up on something... like some sort of box?"

"I don't think that will be necessary, dear." Clem replied, patting Anya kindly on the back. "Now, let's get everyone else placed, shall we?"

Moving over to the motley congregation of bridesmaids and groomsmen, he began prodding them into lines on either side of Xander and Anya.

He turned to Anya. "Who is going to be paired with whom?"

"All right everybody!" Anya screeched out, startling the priest. "You know who you're paired with, so get into position!"

Everyone just kept talking, ignoring the shrieking bride-to-be.

She stomper for foot. "I said MOVE IT, PEOPLE!" She shouted, shoving everyone into the aisle and towards the back of the church.

Grumbling, the group made their way towards the back alcove.

"Xander," Anya whined. "How come no one will listen to me? Is it that hard to do one simple little thing! My big day is tomorrow! TOMORROW! Can't these people understand that it's all down to the wire here?! I'm about to have a nervous breakdown!" She plopped down on the pew next to her fiancée.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sighed. "You know what I'm talking about, right Xander?"

When she got no response, she sat up and gave him a small push.

"Xander?"

She shook him roughly.

"Xander!"

Contemplating his still form, she smiled when an idea popped into her head. She leaned over into his ear and whispered softly:

"Xander... I'm pregnant!"

He came awake with a start.

"WHAT?!" He shouted, turning - if possible- even MORE pale.

"Just kidding!" Anya chuckled. "That's guarunteed to scare a man awake. I read about it in this month's issue of Cosmo."

Xander wiped at his face. "Great googly moogly, Anya! Don't scare me like that EVER AGAIN! That's a horrible thing to say to a guy." Clutching his stomach, he moaned. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna hurl."

Anya fixed a withering look on Xander. "What's THuppoupposed to mean? Are you saying the thought of breeding with me SICKENS you?"

"No, Anya... I think I'm just still hungover from the strip club last night. I shouldn't have done that last body shot off of Bunny." Xander muttered, desperately looking around for a bathroom.

"You did a bodyshot with a woman named BUNNY?! Is nothing sacred with you anymore?" Standing up, she turned away. "You're an asshole, Xander Harris! Maybe I shouldn't even be marrying you." She said angrily, stomping out the side door of the church.

"Anya wait!" Xander cried, stumbling after her. Tripping over a stray hymnal that lay in the aisle, he fell onto his face.

"Bleagh!"

"Ew!" The crowd watching from the vestibule groaned.

Standing up and wiping off the leftover vomit from his chin, he gave the priest an apologetic look before hurrying out the door.

Shaking his head in bemusement, the priest sighed.

"Lord, grant me patience..."


***


"Well, Iss iss it's safe to sit down for awhile. Those two will be arguing for at LEAST a half an hour." Buffy commented wryly.

Willow grimaced at the pile of puke on the carpet. "I can't believe Xander tossed his cookies in a CHURCH. Do ya think he'll go to hell?"

"Nah," Buffy said, leaning back against the vestibule wall. "I bet he'll just offer to pay the poor guy an extra fifty to cover the cleaning charges."

Willow shook her head in mock disdain. "Bribing a church official! Shon hon him."

They both giggled.

Oz and Spike wandered over from the other side of the room.

"What's so funny?" Oz asked, leaning in to nuzzle his girlfriend.

Pulling his arms firmly around her waist, she leaned back to give him a kiss. "Oh nothing. Just Xander and his impeccable timing. Do you think Anya's going to forgive him this time?"

"Oh, you know those two. Probably looking for a nice safe place to fuck as we speak." Spike replied, surreptitiously running his fingertips down Bu's b's back.

She shivered. "Oh, PLEASE don't talk about my brother and sex. I mean, I know it's happening, but actually TALKING about it is disgusting."

Willow smiled. "I don't know... I think it's kinda sweet."

"That's because YOU'RE kinda sweet." Oz commented, bringing up her hand and kissing it lightly.

Willow blushed. "Aww! What a nice boyfriend I have."

Spike looked at the two lovebirds and smiled. "You two make me want to heave." He said jokingly, putting his arm around Buffy's shoulders.

Eyes widening with alarm, Buffy quickly removed herself from his reach.

"Uh... Spike! Maybe we should go... discuss... umm... tonight's rehearsal dinner!" She stuttered out, causing Spike to give her a confused look.

He reached for her hand. "Why would we need to discuss that? Didn't you and Anya take care of all that stuff weeks ago?"

Buffy ripped her hand from his and smiled blindingly at her friends. "Spike," She grit out from between clenched teeth, "we need to discuss that THING. You know."

Still pondering what she was talking about, Spike's eyes widened as the clue-by-four hit him directly between the eyes. "Oh right! That THING! Let's go do that right now."

Oz and Willow shrugged at the interruption, then went immediately back to cuddling.

Buffy pulled Spike into a darkened corner of the room. "What do you think you were g oug out there?!" She demanded.

Smirking slightly, he pinned her back against the wall with his body. "Well, I WAS talking... but now that we're here, I think action seems more necessary."

She moaned as he kissed her neck. "Stop it! You know I can't think when you do that thing with your tongue."

"What thing?" Spike asked. "This one?" He curled his tongue behind his teeth.

Buffy's eyes glazed over. "Oh yeah..." Shaking herself out of her lus stu stupor, she pushed him away. "No! We can't do this."

He brushed her hair back off her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Can't do what?"

Shrugging away from him, she hugged herself. "You know... act all couple-y in public."

Spike frowned. "Why not?"

Leaning back against the wall, Buffy sighed. "You KNOW why. Xander would kill us BOTH."

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Buffy, I don't want to hide our relationship. I want to be able to see you, touch you..." He punctuated his thoughts by running a free hand up her body. "...whenever I want."

Biting back a moan, she lowered her head to his shoulder. "I know. That's what I want, too." She raised her head to look into his eyes. "We just need to take this slowly, give him time to adjust. Then we can be as open..." She popped the buttons on his fly and pulled out his cock. "...as we want. Okay?"

He hissed out a breath. "I still think we should talk about this some more, Buffy. I don't like..." His voice cut off abruptly as she lowered herself to her knees and took him into her mouth.

"Hey now! That's cheating."


***


"Maybe they shouldn't have had an open bar..." Buffy thought to herself, looking around the table at the drunken mob in front of her.

Xander and Anya had thought that giving out free drinks at the rehearsal dinner might loosen everyone up and relieve some stress before the wedding.

"Woohoo!" Riley cried, pulling Harmony onto his lap for a sloppy looking kiss.

Buffy grimaced. Maybe a little TOO loose...

As it was, the only people left at the table who were even remotely sober were herself and Spike.

Looking up, she caught his glance across the table and smiled when he lifted his glass to her in salute.

Turning back towards her salad, she tried to concentrate on anything but him. It wasn't fair that she couldn't see him in public. Everyone else got to be all lovey-dovey with their significant other!

The waiter cleared his throat behind her. "Are you ready to order, ma'am?"

She closed her menu. "Oh, yes. I'll have the salmon."

He looked to her right and frowned. "And your friends...?"

Looking over as well, she noticed that Willow, her most reserved friend, was busy trying to shove her tongue down her boyfriend's throat.

She sighed. "Why don't you give them a few more minutes to decide?
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The waiter nodded. "Very good."

Taking a sip of her water, Buffy glanced across the table to see her brother and Anya cuddling like there was no tomorrow. She smiled. It was good to see that they'd gotten over their little tiff from earlier at the church. They fought a lot, but it was plain to see that they belonged together.

She watched as Xander smiled broadly and soundly kissed his bride-to-be.

She couldn't ruin his big day by bringing up her... thing with Spike. Didn't the guy deserve a little happiness in his life?

"Attention, everyone!" Anya cried, banging her fork against the side of her glass. "I'd just like to let everybody know that Xander and I have officially gotten over our fight from earlier."

The group cheered raucously. Anya smiled.

"Yes, he made it up to me by having wild monkey love in the choir loft with me."

The crowd broke into laughter.

"Anya!" Xander shouted, throroughly embarrassed.

"Oh, let her have her fun." Spike replied, patting his friend on the back. "It's good to see you two so happy together."

Xander smiled brightly. "Hey, thanks buddy!"

Spike nodded and took a sip of his beer.

"You know, I've been thinking... it's not good that you're all alone. You need to start seeing somebody." Xander said thoughtfully.

Spike choked on his drink. "What?"

"You know, start getting a little action." Xander replied, elbowing his friend in the side.

"Uh... well, everyone in the wedding party is already taken. Besides, I'm fine. It's goodbe tbe the lone wolf again." Spike stated carefully.

"Nonsense!" Xander cried, smacking him on the back roughly. "We'll find you somebody. I mean, hey! Even Buffy used to be totally in love with you! We'll have no problems fixing you up." He laughed, taking a swig of his drink. "You and Buffy... now THAT would be disturbing! Can you think of anything more gross?"

"Uh... no?" Spike winced and looked across the table at Buffy.

Her eyes shot daggers at him.

Oh yeah... he wasn't getting any tonight.

"So it's settled! I'll fix you up with someone as soon as we get back from the honeymoon. You'll still be in town, right?" Xander questioned.

"Yeah." Spike replied, uncomfortable.

"Great. I've already thought of a few ladies who could use your special brand of loving. This'll be terrific! Don't you think so?" Xander said, beaming at him.

Well, Buffy DID say not to let anything slip out about our relationship... Spike thought. It's not like I'll actually have to go through with this whole date thing. If I say yes, it'll just get Xander off my back for a few weeks.

"Sure." Spike replied, daring a look across the table at Buffy.

THAT was a mistake.

She looked like she was deciding whether to kick his ass... or burst into tears.

Eyes misting over, jum jumped up from the table and hurried from the room.

Damn it, Spike thought, standing up. I should have said something else.

"I'm going to go see what's wrong with Buffy." He said to Xander, leaving the table.

"All right, but hurry back! I wanna talk some more about this whole setting you up thing!" Xander called after him.

Turning to Anya, he smiled.

"It'll be so great to have him date somebody we know. We can have doubledates!"

Anya rolled her eyes.


***
He He found her in the coatroom.

"Buffy..." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "What did you want me to say to him? You told me to keep our relationship a secret."

She sniffled and moved away from him. "I know. I just..." She trailed off, looking sad.

"What?" Spike asked, grasping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his.

A tear rolled down her cheek. "I just can't stand the thought of sharing you with anyone."

Holding her close, he rocked her. "Baby, don't cry. You won't have to share me. I don't want anyone but you."

Buffy rubbed her cheek against his chest. "You could get anyone you want. You shouldn't have to be tied down to an inexperienced little girl like me."

Spike chuckled. "No one even holds a candle to you, luv. Truthfully? I couldn't even look at the strippers the other night. The only thing I could think about was getting back home... to see YOU."

She looked up at him questioning"Re"Really?"

"Really." He said, wiping the tears from her face. "I need you, Buffy."

Looking into his eyes, she felt overwhlemed by passion... lust... love.

Throwing herself into his arms she kissed him voraciously, running her hands wildly over his body.

"Buffy..." He groaned.

Tugging at his shirt, she moaned. "I want you. Right now. Please."

Nodding his head, he unzipped her dress and yanked it down off of her shoulders. It puddled at heet. et. Kicking off her shoes, she undid his pants while he made quick work of her bra and underwear.

When they both stood there naked and panting, he trailed a finger down her body.

"God," He choked out, voice filled with lust. "How can you be so beautiful? You seem almost unreal to me."

Bringing her hands to his face, she traced the sharp edge of his cheekbones. "I'm real. Feel me and see." Pushing him down until he lay prone on the carpet, she straddled his body. "Touch me..." Taking his hands, she brought them to her breasts.

He growled deep in his throat.

Rising up onto her knees, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Fuck, Buffy!" He cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

Settling herself into a rhythm, she slowly began to ride him. Moaning, she leaned back her head and let her body take over.

"God, you feel so good... so wet and tight, Buffy." Spike breathed out, thrusting up into her ferociously.

"Oh Spike..." She moaned, head lolling on her neck. "Say I'm the only one you've ever wanted. Say it."

"You... only you." He groaned, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist. He ground himself into her, pushing a hand down between their bodies to fondle her clit. "And you're mine... mine... mine..." He grunted in time with his thrusts.

"Oh yes!" She cried out, closing her eyes at the brink of her climax.

"No," He said. "Open your eyes. I want to see them when you come."

Opening them, green eyes stared into blue.

"Oh!" Her orgasm burst upon her like a flood, sending tremors up and down her legs.

Feeling her internal wall squeeze him, Spike flew over the edge. "Oh fuck! God, Buffy yes... I need you."

His words triggered a second climax, pulling a gutteral scream out of Buffy's throat. "Oh Spike... I love you. I love you so much." She panted out.

Eyes widening incredulously, he stared up at her. "What did you say?"

Her mind froze.

Oh no. Oh please no.

Scrambling up off of him, she hurriedly redressed herself. "Nothing, I didn't say anything."

He reached out towards her. "Buffy..."

Just then, the door to the coatroom opened.

"Spike, are you in here? I've been looking everywhere for..." Xander's voice trailed off as he noticed the state of undress Spike was.

And with WHOM.

"...You?"

"Xander!" Buffy shouted, zipping up her dress. "What are you doing in here?"

Face reddening in fury, he shouted. "What am I doing in here?! I think the correct question is what are YOU doing in here? And with HIM!" He pointed at Spike.

She opened her mouth to reply, but Xander cut her off. "Forget it! I don't want to know. I don't want to know any of this!" He turned and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh God." Buffy whimpered, hands over her mouth. "Xander." Grabbing her shoes, she ran out the door after her bro. Tu. Turning once she reached the threshold, she looked at Spike sadly. "I'm sorry. I've got to go after him. I'm... sorry." Bursting into agonized tears, she hurried away.

Running a hand through his hair, Spike grimaced.

Things just got a hell of a lot more complicated...

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