Angel looked over at the clock and sighed in relief. "Seven hours and still soul-ful," he mumbled, shifting the blond in his arms. Shortly after Buffy had released him, she passed out and had yet to move. He knew she'd have a killer hangover if she ever woke up. Deciding it was late enough to call Giles and inform him of the problem, he got out of bed and slid on a pair of sweats, then left the room in search of the phone.
"Now, where did Buffy put it?" he said to himself as he moved papers on his desk. He heard the bedroom door open behind him and looked back to see Spike emerge from the guest room. "Spike, listen, about last night..."
"What about it, mate?" Spike asked, holding a hand to his head. "Cor, I have a bloody headache." The blond vampire stumbled towards the kitchen, then stopped and turned to look at Angel. "Any reason why you're here?"
"I live here," Angel replied, confused.
"Then why am I here?" Spike said, frowning. "Did you lose your soul again?"
"No, thank god," he answered.
"But I hate you," Spike said, holding a conversation more with himself than Angel. "You took away Drusilla. Why the bloody hell am I here?"
"Uh, you came down with Buffy, remember?"
Angel blinked in shock. "Did you just ask ‘who'?"
"Ow, somebody call 9-1-1," Buffy muttered as she walked slowly into the room, holding her head much as Spike had been. She looked over towards the kitchen and spotted the dark haired vampire. "Hey, Angel. Sorry I didn't meet you last night."
Spike looked at the blond girl addressing him as Angel, his eyes widening. "Slayer," he hissed, game face sliding into place.
"Wha-" Buffy started to say, but was cut off when who she thought was Angel tackled her. They both fell to the floor with a loud thud, the Slayer hitting her head on the hard tile. She blinked rapidly to clear the stars from her eyes. "Angel, what are you doing?"
"Die, Slayer," Spike spat, raising his fist to crack her across the jaw.
Buffy reeled with the blow, her eyes watering. *Oh, god, he's lost his soul again,* she thought as she blocked his next hit, grabbing his wrist and flipping him over her head. She scrambled to her feet to face him. "Angel?"
The real Angel was momentarily stunned, but at Buffy's tremulous voice he leapt towards the attacking Spike, grabbing him around the arms. Spike threw his head back and hit Angel on the nose, causing him to let go. Spike elbowed him in the gut, then grabbed him into a head lock and threw him towards the open guest room door.
Buffy screamed in rage when she saw Angel hurt her love. Her foot shot out, catching him across the face as she continued to spin into a powerful back kick. It landed right on target in his gut, causing him to double over in pain.
Spike growled loudly and latched onto the foot planted firmly in his midsection. He yanked with all his strength, sending the Slayer to the floor. Before she could stand, he jumped on her with both feet, his heels cracking her rib cage into many pieces, some of which imbedded into her lungs. He snarled victoriously as she cried out in pain.
Angel pushed himself off the floor from where he landed, his own game face coming to the foreground. That's when he smelled blood. His head shot up and he saw a woman lying on the bed, twin puncture marks on her neck. He took a step towards her and noticed the pointed ears. "Leprechaun," he gasped, his mind suddenly grasping the fact that Spike was probably under a spell. His eyes quicky searched the room until he found the small, nondescript bag sitting on the night stand.
Spike grabbed the Slayer's hair and yanked her head to one side, baring her neck. "This is going to hurt," he told her gleefully before sinking his fangs into her neck.
Angel had just opened the bag when he heard the pain and horror filled cry. He ran out of the room to see Spike sink his fangs into Buffy. "NO!" he screamed, charging at the blond vampire, tackling him off of her.
With a loud snarl, Angel grabbed Spike's hair by his free hand and banged his head on the floor repeatedly before he was thrown off by the smaller vampire, who quickly scrambled to his feet. The open bag flew out of his other hand as he hit the ground, spilling its contents as it sailed end over end through the air.
Spike's legs went out from under him as a massive jolt of energy seemed to fly through his system, sending him back to the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the disorientated feeling would leave quickly. "What the bloody hell was that?"
Buffy's soft, pain filled voice broke through to both vampires who were on the floor. Spike opened his eyes to see her laying a few feet from him, two large, ugly gashes in her neck which were bleeding profusely. "Slayer!" he cried out, crawling quickly to her side.
She blinked several times to clear the haze from her eyes as she tried to discern who came into view. "Spike?" she called again, her voice weaker. She managed to focus and saw Angel looking down at her with a worried face, causing her to panic. "Please, don't kill me, Angel."
Spike looked up at his sire who had come and knelt at her other side, phone in his hand, with confusion and anger. "You did this?!"
"No, you did," Angel said somewhat harshly. He began to speak to the emergency operator.
The blond vampire's head shot back as if he'd been punched. "What?"
"Spike, where are you?" Buffy's small cry came from her lips.
"I'm right here, baby," Spike said, pressing his hand to her neck.
"Please, Angel, no," she begged, black spots dancing in front of her eyes. She managed to turn her head a little as saw her love kneeling by her side. "Spike, help me."
"Help is on the way, Buffy," Angel told her, phone still at his ear. He reached forward and grabbed her hand. "I'm right here."
"Angel go..." Buffy started to say, then cut off which a wracking cough, blood coming out of her mouth with her saliva.
"Spike, get away from her," Angel instructed. "She thinks you're me."
"What?" Spike said. "You've got to be bloody joking!"
"I tried to tell you last night, but you punched me before I got a chance," Angel said.
"Slayer," Spike said, leaning closer to his love on the floor, not believing him. "I'm here, luv."
Buffy looked at him with fear and sadness in her eyes. "Get away, Angel," she gasped out.
Spike didn't know what to do as his eyes filled with tears. Angel took the decision away from him by shoving him back from Buffy, causing him to slide across the floor several feet. He watched somewhat dazed as Angel leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
Suddenly, the events of the past night started playing out in his mind. In fast motion, he saw Michael coming back here with him, them having sex in the guest bedroom, draining her, passing out then waking with a horrific headache. He saw his reaction to Buffy, his attack on her and felt his stomach turn as he saw in his mind's eye the look of horror on her face as he sunk his fangs into her neck. "No," he whispered, his body tensing in pain of what he'd done.
Sirens sounded near the warehouse and he heard Angel calling to him to let them inside. He stumbled to his feet and to the door, admitting the EMTs. Vaguely, he heard Angel talking to them as he stood by the door in shock.
"Spike,"Angel said, coming up to the blond vampire and touching his arm. "You need to move."
Spike nodded and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes avoiding the scene on the floor. He managed to get halfway in the room when he collapsed onto the floor, a loud sob coming from deep in his chest. *Buffy, what have I done?* he thought as the tears began to stream down his face.
"How is she?" Angel asked into the phone a few hours later. Giles, Joyce and the entire Scooby Gang had rushed down to Los Angeles as soon as he called, breaking several speed and physics laws.
"Still in surgery," Giles replied from the other end of the line. "They said both lungs were punctured and had severe trauma to the diaphragm and lower chest cavity."
"Do they...do they think she'll make it?" Angel said, his voice slightly choked.
"They're giving her a-a-a 30% chance," Giles answered. "But only because the bleeding stopped."
"Damn, I wish I were there," he said. His eyes flicked to the closed guest room door. "We need to break the spell on her, Rupert."
"I have already sent the others out to try and find the Leprechaun," Giles said. "Hopefully, someone will remember Buffy speaking to-to...er, someone."
"Let me know the minute she's out of surgery," Angel instructed.
"Certainly," Giles replied.
"May I speak with Joyce for a minute?"
"Here she is," Giles said.
"Joyce, how are you holding up?" Angel asked over the line.
"I'm ok. How is Spike doing?" Joyce said.
"Not good. He's basically catatonic," Angel told her. When he had talked to the Watcher earlier, he explained what had happened since finding Buffy the night before, leaving out the part where she basically jumped his bones. He had checked up on Spike to find him sitting in the middle of the floor, staring off into space. Nothing he tried got through to the blond vampire, so he did what he could with the body until he could properly dispose of it, then left him alone.
"Do you think it would help if I tried talking to him?" Joyce asked.
"I doubt it," he replied. "I think the only thing that will get through to him is Buffy being ok. Of course, it won't do any good unless this spell is broken."
"I understand," Joyce said. "Well, I guess... wait, here comes Willow and she looks excited. Hold on a second."
Angel could hear muffled conversations as Buffy's mom put her hand over the receiver. Suddenly, he heard Willow's voice rather than Joyce's.
"Angel? It's Willow," she said. "We found him and got his pouch away."
Angel slumped in relief. "That's great, Willow."
"Yeah, it was pretty cool. I got to flirt with him while Oz and Xander pretended to start a fight. Then they bumped into him, and he bumped into me and I picked his pocket," Willow said excitedly. He chuckled, despite the heavy situation. "Oh! Here comes the doctor."
He would be holding his breath if it did any good as he waited for Willow to return with news. He could live with her hating him as long as she was alright.
"Angel, it's Oz," the werewolf said over the line. "I thought you'd might like to know, since everyone seems to have forgotten you, that Buffy's going to be ok. They fixed her lungs or something and now she's resting in recovery. The doctor said she woke up briefly asking for Spike, then went back to sleep."
*Thank you, god,* Angel thought. "We'll be there as soon as the sun sets."
"I have a better idea," Oz said. "How about I pick you guys up in my van. There's hardly any windows here, and if you can sprint from door to door..."
"Spike?" Angel crouched down beside the blond vampire sitting on the floor. "Oz is here to take us to the hospital to see Buffy." He was surprised when Spike turned his head, then somewhat scared when he saw the haunted blue eyes set against an expressionless face. "Come on. Buffy needs you," Angel said.
Spike stood and took his duster from the other vampire, then followed behind him slowly, as if there were chains dragging behind him. His body was on autopilot, and his mind had shut down in protection after seeing himself try to kill Buffy over and over again.
"Door to door service,"Oz said, standing between the van and the warehouse wall. There was less than three feet between the two, just enough to swing the door closed. Angel practically threw Spike across the sunlit area, then jumped into the automobile behind him.
They arrived under the covered entryway to the hospital fifteen minutes later. Willow was standing near the doors waiting for them. "Hi, Angel," she greeted, giving him a brief hug. She looked at the blond vampire with worry clearly etched on her face as he climbed out of the van. "Hi, Spike," she said, laying a hand on his arm. He looked down at her with huge, haunted eyes and she bit her lip. "Come on. There's someone who wants to see you."
In the elevator to the fifth floor, Willow gave Angel the small bag she took from the red headed Leprechaun earlier that day. "We didn't know what to do with this. Not even Giles, which is odd. Giles knows everything. The again, he doesn't have his books here, so we decided to wait and give it to you. Unless we did wrong?"
Angel smiled slightly at her. "No, you did right. I just have to decide whether or not to let Buffy think that it was me that attacked her."
The word came out as a whisper, barely audible in the paneled elevator. Angel turned to Spike, confusion on his face. "You want her to believe it was you?"
"It was me," Spike said in a low, harsh voice. He lapsed into silence again, staring at the floor, his jaw moving as he clenched and unclenched it.
The doors opened and the two vamps followed Willow down the sterile corridor. Joyce approached them and smiled. "She's awake and already wanting to leave. The doctors said the injuries weren't as bad as they first thought, and with her Slayer healing, she'll be up and terrorizing Sunnydale in no time."
"That's wonderful, Joyce," Angel said quietly. He looked over at Spike, who hadn't given any indication that he'd heard. "Isn't that right, Spike?"
"Where is she?" Spike asked in a choked voice.
"They're not allowing visitors other than family," Joyce said "I can try talking with the nurse."
"Let me handle this, Joyce," Angel said, taking Spike by the arm and leading him over to the nurses station. "Buffy Summers room."
"Only family are allowed in ICU recovery," the nurse said.
"This is her husband, Spike," Angel told her. It was true in the general meaning of the word. Mate, such as in reference to wolves, was closer, but the ensouled vampire doubted that would get them anywhere. "I understand she's been asking for him."
"Yes, she has," the nurse responded, smiling. "She's in room 559."
"Thanks," he replied, leading Spike past the automatic doors, down the hall and to the glass enclosed room. There were no windows, so there was no worry of becoming a pile of ash before they could say hello. "Buffy?" Angel called softly to the blond lying on the bed as they entered.
Buffy opened her eyes to see Spike and Angel standing next to her bed. "Spike?" she asked with a confused tone, her gaze darting between the vampires.
Spike dropped his head to his chest and closed his eyes tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Buffy looked at who she still thought was Angel, her lips pressed together to suppress her tears. "You attacked me Angel. Why?"
"Buffy, you need to know something," Angel said, holding out the small bag Willow gave him to her. "You are under a Leprechaun's spell, as was Spike when he attacked you."
"What are you talking about, Spike?" Buffy asked, frowning up at him.
"Dump the bag while looking at us," Angel instructed, handing her an empty ice pitcher that was on the table.
Buffy looked at him like he was off his rocker, but did as asked. As the fine dust fell harmlessly from the bag, it was as if she stuck her finger in an electric socket. Her whole body jerked in shock, causing her to hiss in pain. Then, she jerked in shock for another reason. Before her eyes she saw Spike fade into Angel and Angel into Spike.
Angel took the empty bag and pitcher from her before it fell. "I'll leave you two alone. Remember, he was under a spell, too."
Buffy blinked back her tears and looked up at the real Spike. Her love had attacked her, trying to kill her while under a spell. *He must be devastated,* she thought. "Are you...are you ok?"
Spike raised his head, his pain filled eyes meeting hers. "I'm so sorry, Buffy," he said, his voice becoming heavy with emotion.
She reached out and grabbed his duster, pulling him closer to the bed. "Hold me," she said.
Spike sat and gathered the petite Slayer up in his arms. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I'm so sorry," he repeated as he began to sob, his cheek pressed against the top of her head.
Buffy held him tightly as he cried, her heart going out to him as her mind thought of the violent things she was going to do to the Leprechaun who hurt him. Suddenly, the previous night's activities flashed in her mind and her breath caught. She remembered drinking and singing, then jumping on who she thought was Spike at the bar before being brought back to Angel's. Then quite clearly, she remembered what happened afterwards and started to blush. *Oh my god, I had sex with Angel!*
Spike calmed down enough so sobs were no longer wracking his body, only silent tears coursing down his cheeks. "I almost killed you," he whispered in a broken voice.
"It wasn't your fault," Buffy said against his chest.
"I wanted to kill you," he said as if she didn't say anything. "You, the woman I love more than life, more than blood." He took a deep, unneeded breath, then continued. "I love you so bloody much, Buffy. You fill the place in my heart where my soul use to be. You are my soul. And I almost killed you."
Buffy pushed away from him and sat up completely, despite her protesting body. She put a hand under his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Spike, I love you. It wasn't your fault. I did something under a spell, too, that you're not going to be happy about."
"What can be worse than my trying to kill you?" Spike asked, wiping the tears from his face with forceful strokes.
"I had sex with Angel."
Spike's mouth dropped open as his eyes widened. It would have been comical if she wasn't so scared he'd hate her now. "You did what?!" he exclaimed.
"Handcuffed and blindfolded Angel to the bed, then had my wicked way with him," she replied. "If it's any consolation, I thought he was you."
The response she received for her confession wasn't what she expected at all. Spike burst out laughing, falling back off the hospital bed and onto the floor. She leaned over and looked down to see him clenching his sides as he continued to laugh. "Um, Spike? Are you mad?"
"Cor, Slayer, I would have bloody loved to have been a fly on that wall when you did that," he gasped between laughs. "I bet you screamed out my name several times, and you were shagging him!"
Buffy frowned. "I don't see how this is funny."
"Luv, you fucked someone who's still completely in love with you, called him someone else's name, and he couldn't have enjoyed it because he was probably trying to keep his bloody soul," Spike replied, then burst into another fit of laughter.
"Oh my god, I forgot about his soul!" Buffy exclaimed. She climbed out of the bed and yanked the IV from her arm, heading for the door in her hospital gown, slipper socks and underwear. Spike saw her cute behind through the gaping gown and snorted loudly, tears now steaming down his face from laughing too hard.
He pushed himself to his feet and went after his determined Slayer. "Pet, I don't think you want anyone looking up your name and address," he said, shedding his duster and putting it over her shoulders as she hurried down the hall.
"What?" Buffy asked, her face screwed up in total confusion as she tried to figure out what he just said. This caused Spike to start laughing yet again. She rolled her eyes and continued through the automatic door to the waiting room.
"Buffy! What are you doing out of bed!" Joyce scolded, rushing to her daughter's side.
"Angel," Buffy said, ignoring her mother and heading straight for the vampire, black coat fanning around her. She stuck a hand in the pocket and retrieved the stake that she knew would be there. Spike was always prepared.
"Buffy, what are you doing up?" Angel asked as the petite Slayer came over towards him. He looked up over her head and saw Spike looking like he was going to bust a gut any moment.
"I need to know," Buffy said as she waked right up to him and pressed the stake against his chest.
"You remembered what happened?" Angel asked.
She nodded, studying his eyes. "Did you lose your soul again?" she asked quietly.
"Buffy, the only way to guarantee that I wouldn't be lying to you if I said I did would be to stake me now," he responded. He covered her hand with his, aiming the tip of the wood at his heart. "Do it."
Instead of becoming a pile of dust as he expected, she smiled and threw her arms around him. "I'm so glad I didn't cause you to lose your soul again," she said. Only the real, soul filled Angel would rather die than hurt her or any of her friends.
"Uh, would anyone like to clue in the rest of the peanut gallery?" Xander spoke up, staring at them, as were the others, in confusion. "Like why Buffy would think Deadboy would lose his soul again?"
Spike snorted and bit his bottom lip a he tried to stifle his laughter. He met Angel's gaze and smiled. "You couldn't even enjoy it, could you, mate?" he asked maliciously.
"Couldn't enjoy what?" Willow asked.
"Oh my god," Cordelia said, looking between Angel, Buffy and Spike. "Angel said that Buffy was drunk and under a Leprechaun's spell that made her think he was Spike."
"So?" Xander said.
"So, what do you think a drunk Buffy did with Angel for her to be asking if he lost his soul again?" Cordelia said exasperately. "Geez, people. Get a clue."
Buffy blushed, Angel would have if he could, and Spike laughed agin. The others just stared gape mouthed at the Slayer. "I didn't know it was Angel!" Buffy protested, gesturing wildly. That was a mistake as the pain from her broken ribs and surgery shot through her body. She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Spike was at her side in an instant and lifted her into his arms, the leather duster falling off her shoulders to lay over his arm. "Back to bed with you, Slayer. I want you to get better so you can do to me what you thought you did to me last night," he said, grinning at her.
Buffy blushed again as everyone chuckled. As he carried her past the automatic doors, she touched his cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry, Spike. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's ok, pet," he replied, carrying her to the room and settling on the bed with her in his arms. "Neither of us are at fault for our actions."
"Have I ever told you how different you are from Angel?" Buffy asked.
"I should hope so!"
"Let me finish, you dork," she scolded. "He would have been brooding and guilt ridden, pushing me away because of what happened, no matter who's fault it was."
"Well, I'm a demon. I don't feel guilt," he bragged.
"Liar," Buffy said.
Spike smiled down at her. "You bloody well know it."
She sighed, then frowned. "You know, I really want to hurt the Leprechauns that did this to us."
"What did you do?"
"I sort of drained her while we were having sex," he confessed.
"Humph," Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I hope she left a bad taste in your mouth."
Spike chuckled, understanding that she wasn't going to be mad at him for having sex with another woman. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
"Yes, but you can tell me again," Buffy answered, grinning up at him.
"I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, too, Spike."
"Ahem." A nurse cleared her throat loudly from the doorway. "What are you doing back here? Family only."
"I am her mate," Spike told the nurse, squeezing the Slayer lightly around the waist.
"Her what?" the nurse replied skeptically.
"Her husband is what you mortals call it," he clarified, glaring at the woman in pink scrubs. "So, if you don't mind."
The nurse looked thoughtfully at the two for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, not too much longer, though. Visiting hours are over at six."
After she left, Buffy looked up at Spike with huge eyes. "You're my what?"
"Slayer, you are my mate. Husband and wife are the closest terms that mortal's have for what the claim means," he explained. "Didn't Angelus give you a ring when he had his claim on you?"
"Yeah, a claddagh ring," Buffy said.
"Irish wedding band," Spike told her.
"So you mean I'm basically a divorcee on her second marriage," she giggled. "And I'm only 18!"
Spike smiled. "Close enough, pet," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Which reminds me, where's your anklet?"
"In the bag in the closet," Buffy replied.
Spike scooted out from behind her and went to where she indicated. He returned a few moments later, silver chain in hand and winked at her. "Leg please."
"You're saying please, now?" Buffy joked, as she uncurled her left leg and extended it towards him. "What happened to the crude vampire I know and love?"
"Funny, Slayer," he said, attaching the hook. The dark green stones and diamonds twinkled under the hospital lighting. "There, much better that a bloody ring any day."
Buffy laughed lightly. "Definitely. If I wore a ring, my mom would flip because she would think that I was really married. Human married."
Spike looked up at her. "And would that be a bad thing?" he asked, somewhat hurt.
"No! I didn't mean..." Buffy looked back at him and frowned. "I only meant...I mean... it's not going to happen, so it doesn't matter. No one would dare marry me."
"Sure of that, aren't you, Slayer?" Spike said, turning on his heel and walking out the door.
"What..." she trailed off as he left, completely confused. She propped up the pillows behind her and leaned back. She heard a knock at the door and saw Giles standing there. "Hi, Giles."
"Buffy," Giles said, coming into the room. "Where is Spike?"
"Don't know," she replied. "He just left."
Giles sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Like someone jumped on my chest," Buffy answered, giving him a wry smile.
"I also meant emotionally," he clarified. "Spike did attempt to-to-to end your life..."
"Giles, it wasn't his fault. He didn't succeed, and I'm not going to hold it against him. It's not like he lost his soul and did it on purpose," she said. She closed her eyes and groaned. "I still can't believe I had sex with Angel and didn't even know it."
"Yes, well, er...I find that a bit disconcerning, as well," Giles said. "I am rather glad he did not lose his soul again."
"Ditto," she replied. She took a deep breath and sighed. "You're going to have to search for any more leprechauns and break the spells they cast yesterday. I kinda screwed up on that assignment."
"It is alright, Buffy," Giles said. "No one is perfect. Especially not you."
"And the Watcher makes a joke at the Slayer's expense," Buffy smiled. "I'm so proud."
Giles returned her smile. "I shall be going now. I have to see about getting lodging for everyone for the remainder of the week, as well as calling them off of school."
"Have fun," she said. "And tell mom to go with you. Visiting hours are over in a few minutes, anyway, so there's no use hanging around."
"Very well," he said, standing. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"When you come to spring me," Buffy hinted strongly. Giles chuckled, said goodnight and left.
"There you are," Buffy said as Spike re-entered the room. "I was afraid you were going leave without saying goodbye." She frowned at the three people who came in behind him.
"I would never do that, luv," he said, moving to her side.
"Hello, Buffy," one of the women who came in with Spike greeted. "I'm Louisa."
"Um, hi," Buffy replied, looking at Spike in confusion. He smirked at her.
"Are we ready to begin?" Louisa asked.
"Yes," Spike said, taking Buffy's hand.
"Ready for what?" Buffy hissed up at him. His lips curled up in a devilish smile and winked at her.
"William Brody, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in marriage. Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her so long as you both shall live? If so, answer, "I will."
"I will," Spike answered. Buffy's mouth dropped open in shock as Louisa went on.
"Buffy Summers, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in marriage. Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live? If so, answer, "I will."
Buffy looked at the woman dazedly and Spike bent down to whisper in her ear. "Say, ‘I will,' pet."
"I will?" Buffy said questioningly.
"Having this love in your hears, you have chosen to seal your vows by the giving and receiving of rings," Louisa said, nodding to Spike. "William, take your ring and place it upon the third finger of Buffy's left hand and repeat after me this promise saying: ‘With this ring, as a symbol of my love and devotion, I thee wed.'"
Spike picked up Buffy's left hand and slid a simple, gift store bought ring over her finger. "With this ring, as a symbol of my love and devotion, I thee wed."
Buffy swallowed heavily, looking into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. *Oh my god, he's really doing this. It's real. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,* she thought as he pressed a ring into her hand.
"Buffy, take your ring and place it upon the third finger of William's left hand and repeat after me this promise saying: ‘With this ring, as a symbol of my love and devotion, I thee wed.'"
She looked down at the ring Spike had put in her hand. It was a matching band to hers. She shakily took his left hand and pushed the ring on his finger. "With this ring, as a symbol of my love and devotion, I thee wed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Now that William and Buffy have made promises of faith and devotion to each other, before us as witnesses, I pronounce that they are husband and wife. William, you may kiss your lovely bride," Louisa declared, a large smile on her face.
Spike tilted Buffy's chin up and looked her deep in the eyes. "I love you, Buffy," he whispered, then pressed his lips softly to hers.
Buffy's breath caught in her throat and her heart hitched, skipping a beat as reality crashed down upon her. She suddenly wrapped a hand behind his head and held him to her, deepening the kiss.
"They are so cute," one of the witnesses commented as she signed the bottom of the marriage certificate the hospital pastor passed to her.
"Love is in the air," the other witness said as she signed as well. "Even if it does smell like cleaning solution."
Buffy heard the woman's words and broke the kiss with a small giggle. Spike smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "Why?" she asked him quietly as she accepted the clipboard and pen from one of the witnesses. She affixed her signature as she waited for an answer.
"No one offers a dare that I can't meet," he replied, giving her another wink before taking the items from her. He signed his name as well, then handed them to Louisa. "Thank you."
"You are quite welcome, William," Louisa replied. "I love doing marriage ceremonies."
The three women left after Louisa signed and notarized the certificate just as the announcement came that visiting hours were over. "Well, luv, I hate to get married and run," Spike said, handing her the certificate. "But I'm hungry and nurses taste too sterilized." He gave her a hard kiss on the lips, shot her a cocky grin, and sauntered out the door, duster in hand.
"But...but...a dare!" Buffy yelled after him. "Spike, you dirty, rotten, blood sucking...thing! Get your undead ass back in here!"
She could hear his laughter echoing in the halls.
"Hi, Buffy," Willow said, bouncing into the room the late the next morning.
"Hey, how did you get in here?" Buffy asked, clicking off the television.
"They're letting you go home today, so I'm here to help you get ready," she replied, pulling the bag of clothes out of the closet. "Your mom is checking you out."
"You make it sound like I've been staying in a hotel, rather than the hospital," Buffy said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The paper that was laying across her lap fluttered to the floor. She bent to pick it up, a smile lighting up her whole face.
"What's that?" Willow asked, setting the bag on the bed and pulling out the clothes.
"Um...well," Buffy said, giving her a strange look. "It's a dare."
"A dare? What kind of dare?" Willow said curiously. "Is it a hard one? Are you going to do it?"
"It's already done," she replied. Then, it hit her. She was married! Buffy began to chuckle, then laugh as she handed the paper to her best friend.
Willow read the certificate, her eyes widening. "This is...this is... Buffy! You got married! To Spike!" She began to jump up and down. "This is so cool! My best friend is married!"
Buffy fell back onto the bed, clenching her sides as she laughed. "Oh, god, Will. I can't believe it myself. He just came in last night with Louisa..."
"The pastor," Buffy explained. "And next thing I know, I'm married!"
"Eeee!" Willow screeched excitedly. She flopped on the bed next to her friend. "Oh! Where are you going to live? Are you going on a honeymoon? You haven't even graduated yet! I wonder what Snyder is going to say..."
"Knock, knock," Joyce said in the doorway. "You're free, honey."
Buffy lifted her head and looked at her mom. *Oh, crap,* she thought. *What am I going to tell mom? Thanks for lunch mom, oh by the way, I got married last night.*
"Buffy? Are you ok?" Joyce asked, coming further into the room.
"Mom, I got married," Buffy said rapidly. "Last night, to Spike, now I'm Mrs. William Brody. Are you mad?"
Joyce stared at her daughter like she'd grown a second head. They weren't in Sunnydale, so that really wasn't a possibility. "M-Married?"
"Oh," Joyce said. "Oh." She turned and walked out the door.
"That went well," Willow said, looking over at the blond Slayer. Buffy snorted, then they both started to giggle.
Dressed and riding in the required wheelchair, Buffy joined her group of friends in the hallway outside of ICU. "Hey all, looks who's up and rolling."
"Hey Buffster," Xander said. "How does it feel to be a free woman?"
Willow snickered, then buried her head on Oz's shoulder. Buffy looked over at them and saw Oz giving her a small grin. Her eyes traveled to her mom, who was looking like she was lost, then to Giles, who was looking everywhere but at her and finally at Cordelia, who was smirking. She groaned. "I take it you all heard."
"Heard what?" Xander asked.
"Yes, your uh, mother told us," Giles said.
"Told us what?" Xander said.
"Shocked, aren't you?" Buffy said. "Me, too."
"I guess congrats are in order," Oz said, coming to her and kissing her on the cheek.
"Yeah, congratulations, Buffy," Willow said, hugging her.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?!" Xander exclaimed, looking from person to person exasperately.
"Buffy and Spike tied the knot," Cordelia informed him. "Now, she's Mrs. Evil Dead."
"Hey!" Buffy said.
"WHAT?!" Xander yelled.
"Buffy married Spike last night," Willow said. "Isn't it neat?"
"Are you crazy? Spike? Deadboy, Junior? Peroxide fangs?" Xander said incredulously.
"Xander," Buffy said. "As my husband would say, bugger off."
Xander sputtered as her other three friends laughed. Giles looked over at Joyce and gave her a small smile. "She is such a strange girl," he commented.
"You know, I absolutely agree with you," Joyce replied, shaking her head wearily. "And now, as King Richard would say, I have an outlaw for an in-law."
"Honey, I'm home," Buffy called as she walked through the door of Angel's home.
Angel looked up from the couch where he was reading and gave her a small smile. "Hi, Buffy."
"Hey, Angel," she greeted. "Where's that man of mine?"
"Right here, Slayer," Spike said, coming out of the guest bedroom and scooping her up in his arms. She squealed in delight as he spun her in circles. He stopped as suddenly as he started and kissed her long and hard.
"Wow," Buffy breathed when she was allowed to come up for air. "I'll have to get married more often if that's the kind of greeting I'm going to get."
"You're guaranteed that kind of greeting for as long as you live, pet," he replied, kissing her nose.
"Buffy, Spike?" Angel said, climbing to his feet. "Did I just hear you say you got married?"
"You heard correctly, Angelus," Spike answered. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a honeymoon to start." He turned with Buffy still in his arms and walked to the guest bedroom, closing the door with his foot.
Angel stared after them with a shocked look on his face. He sank heavily onto the couch. "Married?"
Buffy giggled as Spike lowered her on the clean bed. "Slayer, I want you."
"So take me," she smiled seductively at him.
He groaned and held her tightly, his lips mashing against hers. Their tongues met, dancing together as he ran his hands down her body, pressing his arousal against her leg. His hands stroked up and down, finally lifting the shirt off her body, followed quickly by the rest of her clothing.
She lay totally naked before him, his blue eyes devouring her as she reached out and pulled off his shirt. She ran her fingers lightly over his muscled chest, down his taunt abdomen, then opened his pants. She pushed them off his hips and his stiff erection hit her in the leg.
Spike stood and removed his Doc Martens and jeans, then spread Buffy's legs and lay between them. His fingers parted her silken folds and he purposely blew a breath of air at her already throbbing clit. Then, he kissed each lip before pressing his mouth against her, his tongue probing inside of her. She squirmed her hips, delighting in the feel of his talented mouth.
He took his time, wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding them close to his head. Buffy moaned as he began to suck on her clit, flicking it rapidly with this tongue, then moving his jaw in a repeating pattern. Soon her moans became frantic gasps as she came closer to the edge. Spike freed one arm and reached under his chin to thrust two fingers inside her.
Buffy cried out his name as her entire body shook in orgasm. Over and over, like rapid-fire explosions, she came, bucking against his face. He held her down with one arm as he drew out the orgasm until she was limp in pleasure, panting heavily.
Spike gave her one final kiss on her clit, then scooted up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Buffy could taste herself as their tongues met again, dueling for dominance. He pulled back, practically kneeling between her legs and spread her vaginal lips apart, then slowly eased himself in side her, being very gentle and tender.
It seemed to take forever for him to bury his cock entirely inside her. Buffy was growing impatient and wanted to pump her hips up against him frantically, but he moved his hands to hold her hips still. "Easy, luv," he chuckled. "I'm going to make this last."
Buffy shivered as his voice caressed her senses, jolts of anticipation running down her spine. He began taking slow, long strokes, watching her under heavy lids. Little by little, he increased the tempo, causing her pant with each hit of his pelvis against hers. He was making her climax grow slowly and gradually toward a resounding crescendo. Within a few minutes, her hips were bucking frantically in his hands as she fell over into the abyss, shrieking and quaking with the intensity of her second orgasm.
As her orgasm subsided, Spike shifted his hips into overdrive and began to pump into her good and hard. His cock shot rapidly in and out of her, sliding easily and rapidly with the wetness from her juices. He bent forward and wrapped his arm under her waist, holding her hips up as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Spike held her pelvis at just the right angle to hit her clitoris with each thrust. She didn't think she could climax again in short amount of time, but she was wrong. Buffy ripped her mouth away from his as she screamed out in pleasure as she came again, her muscles clamping around his hard shaft. He growled loudly, his face shifting as he exploded, shooting his cold seed deep with in her as he buried himself to the hilt. He sank his fangs into her neck, the hot blood running down his throat as he shivered in ecstacy.
He shifted so he wouldn't put his full weight on her, removing his canines and licking the side of her neck. He raised his head and looked down into her pleasure filled, hazel eyes with his yellow ones. Buffy's lips curled into a feminine smile, and she lifted her head to gently kiss him. When she pulled back, his handsome, human mask was back in place and he smiled at her.
"I love you, Buffy," he said quietly. "Don't ever forget that."
"I won't," she replied just as softly. "And don't you forget that I love you, either."
"You are my soul, Buffy Summers Brody," Spike told her. "And I will never forget. Unless another bloody leprechaun casts a spell on me."
Their laughter mingled together and traveled out behind the closed door, causing Angel to sigh. "Congratulations, Spike," he said to the empty living room. "You married the woman I'll love for eternity. But if you hurt her, I will destroy you." He heard more laughter and looked over at the closed door. *Slowly,* he thought, then grinned evilly.
*And with lots of pain.*