London Calling

I received quite a few reviews questioning specific parts of this story yesterday. I'd like to clear these up the best that I can. If you don't care to read all of this, feel free to just scroll down to the story. Thanks!

1.) How come Buffy isn't worried about HIV? Don't teenagers use condoms to protect themselves from disease any more?

Buffy in this story is a virgin and is on the pill. While they probably ld hld have used a condom due to Spike's prior sexcapades, I just felt that it didn't fit in properly with the fic. Sorry.

2.) I don't understand why Buffy would get into a fist fight when she's not even a slayer in this universe.

Well, people sometimes get into fights. It's the way of the world. Besides, the fights were placed into the fic purely for comedic relief. C'mon... are you telling me Buffy strangling Drusilla with a tassled bra wasn't funny?

3.) Why is Spike drinking Irish whiskey?

Umm... because it's an alcoholic beverage. If Spike in the BTVS series occasionally drinks American beers, why couldn't he drink Irish whiskey?

4.) You need to explain why Xander is unhappy at the prospect of Buffy going out with Spike.

Well, that is explored further in THIS chapter, but I'll explain some here. First of all, Xander is immediately confronted by the sight of a Naked Spike and Naked Buffy. It's an upsetting prospect for someone who's in a constant state of denial over what his "little" sister is really up to. Secondly, Xander knows that Spike sleeps around. Does he really want his sister with someone who might use her?

All right, I'm done. Read on!


Chapter 15


"Oh Anya... you look beautiful." Buffy sighed, fluffing up the veil around her future sister-in-law's shoulders.

Anya spun in front of the floor length mirror. "I do, don't I?" Clapping her hands she squealed giddily. "Oh! I just can't wait to get married!"

Buffy smiled and hugged her. "You're going to make Xander a wonderful wife. I couldn't have asked for a better sister."

Anya pulled out of Buffy's grasp and shook an admonishing finger in front of her face. "Oh no, don't get me started with the waterworks, missy! This make-up was all professionally done!"

Buffy laughed. "All right, all right. No more gooshy stuff." Turning back to the table, she picked up a gaily wrapped present. "Okayybe ybe ONE more gooshy thing."

A curious look on her face, Anya took the box and carefully removed the paper. Opening it up, she gasped when a beautiful strand of pearls were revealed. "Oh, Buffy..."

Buffy smiled and took the necklace from her. "Something old. These were my Grandmother's. She gave them to my Mother when she married my Dad. I was supposed to wear them when I got married, but I want you to have them. It only seems right... you were like a surrogate mother to me." Hooking the clasp around Anya's neck, she stepped back and sighed happily. "They look beautiful on you."

Fanning her hands in front of her eyes, Anya blinked rapidly. "Not gonna cry, not gonna cry, not gonna cry... Oh screw it!" She burst into tears and hugged Buffy to her tightly.

"Oof!" Buffy grunted. "Anya... oxygen kinda becoming an issue here!"

"It's your own fault." Anya sniffled, moving over to the mirror to re-check her make up. "You shouldn't have given me such a beautiful gift!" Pausing, she shook her head in disbelief. "Wait a minute, what am I saying?! Of COURSE you should have given me such a beautiful gift!" Dabbing at her runny mascara with a tissue, she sighed heavily. "All this wedding day activity has melted my brain, I think. I'm just so happy..."

"I'm so glad for you, Anya. No one deserves it more." Buffy stated firmly.

"What about YOU? Don't you think you deserve some happiness, too?" Anya questioned, spritzing on some perfume.

Buffy studiously avoided her gaze. "I don't know what meanmean."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Of course you do! Xander about had a coronary last night after spotting you and Spike in the coatroom. I'll have you know that he couldn't even get an erection, he was THAT upset!"

Buffy grimaced. "Anya! Ew!"

"Well, it's TRUE!" She said, waving around her curling iron. "If he wasn't in a constant state of denial about you, I don't think this would have come as quite a shock to him. I mean, EVERYONE knows that you and Spike are having a wildly torrid affair."

Buffy's eyes widened comically. "WHAT?!"

"Oh come on!" Anya said, fluffing out her dress. "You didn't really think you were fooling anyone, did you? It's obvious to anyone with eyes that you guys are completely in love with each other."

Buffy's bottom lip quivered and she busily began to put on her dress. "Well, I don't think he feels that way about me."

"How do you know that? Did he say that he didn't?" Anya asked.

"No..." Buffy answered, pulling up her hose. "Not exactly. I might have let it slip out last night, right before Xander walked in on us." She presented Anya with her back. "Zip me!"

Pulling the sides of the dress together, Anya carefully zipped it. "Well, what did Spike say to you after you told him how you feel?"

Stepping back over to the mirror, Buffy smoothed her dress. "I kind of left in a hurry. I wanted to talk to Xander, to make sure that he wasn't angry with me."

"Honey, you're twenty years old. You have a right to your own life, much as your brother would like to deny it." Anya stated.

"I know," Buffy replied, lightly applying her lip gloss. "It's just that Xander has done so much for me. I can't stand the thought of letting him down."

"Buffy." Anya said, grasping her shoulders. "If you don't follow your heart, you're letting yourself down. Don't you think that your brother wants you to be happy? Spike's the one for you. Don't you feel that, deep down?"

Buffy nodded miserably. "Yes, I know it."

"Good. Then you need to talk to him after the ceremony and get this whole thing straightened out, once and for all." Stepping back, she tilted her head and gave Buffy the once-over. "Besides, in THAT dress? He'll be BEGGING to fuck you three ways from Sunday!"

Buffy blushed. "THERE'S the Anya I know and love."

Anya smirked. "You wouldn't want me any other way."


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"Where are my cufflinks?" Xander grumbled, throwing clothes right and left.

"On the table." Spike replied, slipping into his shirt and buttoning it.

"Was I talking to you?!" Xander said, stomping over to grab his missing cufflinks.

Spike chuckled. "Well, I just assumed. I AM the only other person in the room, after all."

Xander scowled. "Well, we all know what happens when you assume! I make an ass of you and me." He paused. "No, that's not right. 'You make an ass of me and you.'" He shook his head and kicked a nearby chair. "Damn it!"

"Pull it together, Xander. You're going to be married in a half an hour!" Spike said, fishing around through a mountain of clothes for his vest.

"Don't you tell me what to do, Bleach Boy!" Xander shouted, turning red. "You're lucky that I haven't beaten you to a bloody pulp yet."

"What'd I do?" Spike asked, wrapping his tie around his neck.

Xander's eyes nearly bulged completely from their sockets. "Are you JOKING?! I caught you screwing my sister in the coatroom last night!!"

Spike sighed deeply. "That's nothing to get upset over, mate. Buffy and I... that's different."

"Different?" Xander asked, chuckling mirthlessly. "How is this different from any other slut you've screwed around with?"

Xander immediately found himself being held up against the wall, a hand at his throat.

"Don't you EVER talk about Buffy that way again." Spike uttered in a menacing tone.

Xander shoved him away. "I wasn't talking about BUFFY, you moron. I'm talking about YOU. YOU'RE the slut! I can't even count how many women you've been with."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Spike asked.

"It has to do with EVERYTHING. How do I know you're not going to just use my sister and dump her whenever another eligible woman strikes your fancy?" Xander replied, angrily putting on his shoes.

Spike scowled. "I would never hurt her. She means everything to me."

Xander laughed. "Yeah, right." Striding over to Spike he grasped him by the lapels of his tux jacket. "I'm only gonna say this once. Sthe the hell away from my sister, Spike."

Pushing Xander roughly, Spike frowned. "You can't stop me from seeing her."

Xander pushed him back just as viciously. "Well, I can put you in the hospital. That should keep you away long enough for me to talk some sense into her."

"No, you won't!" Spike retorted, punching Xander in the stomach.

"Oh yes I will!" Xander said, lunging and knocking Spike to the floor.

Rolling around, they managed to destroy several pieces of furniture and a nice table lamp before someone noticed the ruckus going on in the changing room.

Peeking his head around the door, Riley flinched as he saw Spike get in an exceptionally wicked-looking punch to Xander's eye.

"I better go Any Anya." He muttered.


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Smoothing down her dress, Buffy glanced one final time at her reflection in the floor-length mirror. The ice blue silk confection swirled around her knees and clung provacatively to her chest. Her hair was swept back and fell in a cascade of curls down her back. Smallgletglets framed her heart-shaped face.

"Ready or not..." She mumbled, straightening her shoulders and pushing through the door.

A sea of people were congregated in the vestibule, all waiting for their cue to enter. Squinting her eyes, she found Willow and Oz talking by the entrance to the church.

"Oh Buffy, you look fantastic!" Willow squealed, hugging her friend. "What happened to the little black number you were going to go with?"

Buffy shrugged. "Anya decided it looked too much like Halloween, what with you all in the Tangerine Dream." She jumped away laughing when Willow attempted to stab her with her parasol.

"Seriously, Buffy. You look fantastic. Too bad I look like a big fat pumpkin!" Willow said, pouting.

Oz put his armund und her waist. "You don't look like a pumpkin... you're more like Cinderella."

"Aw!" Willow said, snuggling into her boyfriend.

Buffy rolled her yes. "All right you two. I guess I'm off to find MY Prince Charming."

"Good Luck!" Willow mouthed before turning back to cuddle with Oz.

OK, Buffy thought, circling the crowded room. If I were a sexy British bad boy, where would I be hiding?

Glancing around, she failed to notice that Harmony was kneeling on the floor looking for her missing earring.

"Oof!" She cried, pitching forward precariously.

Sturdy hands grasped her arms and pulled her up abruptly.

"There you are." Spike said, righting her.

Buffy smiled up at him. "Why does it always seem that whenever I fall, you're there to catch me?"

Spike shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. Just my inherit good timing, I guess."

Frowning, Buffy fingered the bruise that was slowly forming over his cheekbone. "What happened? You run into another fist?"

He grabbed her hand and held it to his face. "Do you care?"

"Of course I care!" She said angrily, poking him in the chest. "Why would you say something like that to me?!" She backed him into the wall, finger digging into him.

He held up his hands. "All right, all right! I surrender!"

She laughed. "Good. Just so you know who's the boss of this relationship!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Relationship?"

Buffy flushed. "Oh... well, that is... whatever it is that... we have going on."

Spike smirked and pulled her in for a kiss. "Relationship sounds good to me."

She sighed happily. "Well, good. Just so we're clear." She pulled back and straightened her dress.

"Do you realize how utterly fuckable you look in that thing?" Spike asked, trailing his fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder.

She shivered. "Well, maybe we can find an empty room and test out that theory." Taking his hand, she sucked his middle finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

Spike hissed in a breath. "Right then." He said, taking her hand and pulling her hastily towards the exit. "I'm going to have that skirt up over your head before you can say-"

Just then, the orchestra started up.

Buffy tugged his arm.

"What?" He asked, lust clouding his brain.

She rolled her eyes.

"Wedding first, then fuck." She said yanking him towards the double doors leading into the sanctuary.

"I don't wanna." He pouted, settling a hand on her ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Oh!" She yelped, rubbing her behind. "Are you or are you not the best man?"

Spike scowled. "Yeah, well that was before the groom put his fist into my face."

"You and Xander were FIGHTING?" Buffy asked incredulously. "You two have never fought. EVER."

He crossed his arms in front of him. "Well, that was before he caught our little show in the coatroom last night."

"Spike..." She pleaded, hands threading into the hair at the base of his neck. "Let me handle Xander. Just... wait 'til after the ceremony, ok? He worries about me. He can't help it. To him, I'm still his little Buffy."

Spike smirked and fondled a breast through the front of her gown. "Not so little Buffy anymore, now are we?"

She smacked his hand away playfully. "Down boy!"

He sighed heavily. "All right. Let's get this over with."

Linking arms, they made their way down the aisle together.


***


Reaching the front of the church, Buffy gave her brother a sweet smile.

Spike gave him the finger.

Narrowing his eyes, Xander lunged forward to pummel him. He might have succeeded had the priest not laid a restraining hand on his arm.

"Sorry." Xander mumbled, throwing a look of death in Spike's direction.

Spike smirked and wiggled his fingers at him.

I swear to God I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. Just wait until I get my hands on him... Xander thought to himself.

They'd been having the brawl of the century in the men's changing room when someone had banged on the door with enough force to stop them both mid-punch.

"Xander!" Anya had screeched out. "If you don't stop that THIS INSTANT, I'm going to come in there and beat some REAL sense into you!"

Xander had immediately stood and began straightening his clothes. "Sorry, Ahn!" He'd shouted.

Spike had smirked at him. "Pussy whipped."

"And Spike?" Anya had yelled, immediately wiping the grin off of his face. "If you don't get ready and quit all this, I'm going to tell Buffy all about that time in High School when you entered the Miss Sunnydale pageant and dressed up in an evening gown!"

Spike looked horrified. "That was just a prank! Besides, you've got no proof."

"Oh yeah?" She'd retorted. "I've got the videotape in our closet at home."

Spike had visibly gulped. "I'll be ready in a jif, Anya!"

Xander chuckled to himself over the thought and the priest gave him a concerned look.

"Son, are you SURE you want to go through with this? You seem a little crazed."

Just then, the wedding march started and Anya stood framed in the entryway. A more beautiful vision he'd never seen.

"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my entire life." He replied with a smile.

Spike looked across the aisleway toward Buffy.

God, she looks so perfect. He thought to himself.

She caught his gaze and blushed, ducking her head.

It was in that moment he realized there was no place else he'd rather be than here with this woman. This was where he needed to be, where he WANTED to be. With the woman he'd fallen head over heels in love with.

And as soon as the ceremony is over, He thought to himself, That's exactly what I'm going to tell her.

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