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Song by Alanis Morrisette
Chapter 39

Spike was trying to hide his disappointment. He was hoping he was succeeding, but he could tell from the frown Buffy wore that he wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Spike, I really am," she told him as she poured her juice. She
had left work early that day to ease the blow of the night they would not be
having.

"It's just we were supposed to go out tonight. You said you had a surprise
for me." He was trying to keep the whine out of his voice.

"I know, but it's not like I knew Lorne was coming up. I'm just as
disappointed as you are." She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms
around him. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. I'll have my surprise next
week."

Spike's eyes widened. "NEXT week? Buffy . . . Can't you call Lorne and tell
him to come tomorrow?"

"I can't honey. He was planning to surprise ME."

"I like Lorne, I really do, but this sucks Buffy."

She sighed heavily. "I know."

"And where is the boy now?"

"He's visiting one of his friends at the club he wants us to go to later."

Spike pouted. He knew this wasn't her fault. Lorne had showed up at her
work that day to surprise her and it wasn't like she could turn him away.
She had told him to stop in whenever. He found it odd that he didn't bother
to call first. He figured Lorne had more sense than that. Apparently the
flamboyant man just flew by the seat of his pants.

"Can you give me the surprise now?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"Please?"

"Nope."

He pouted. "Why not?"

"Because I want it to be perfect." She leaned in and nibbled his ear. "Can I
give you something to tide you over though?"

He felt himself start to be assuaged. "You might have to do a little more
convincing. "

She eased her hand on the crotch of his jeans and stroked his forming
erection. "How's that?"

His eyes rolled. "More."

Standing up with a wicked grin, she knelt before him and unzipped his
pants slowly and then eased them off. His feet were already bare to help
her take off the jeans.He lifted his hips to help her and when he was naked
from the waist down, he tossed off his shirt and grabbed for her. She
evaded him and instead engulfed his member in her hot mouth.

"Of Fuck," he swore and his head dropped back. She was bloody good at
that! And he did NOT want to know where she learned to do it so well.
When she cupped his balls and sucked hard on the head, he nearly came.

"Inside you," he managed to rasp out and grabbed her shoulders to bring
her up. She grinned and stood, slipping off her skirt and panties and kicking
off her shoes. She straddled him and he nearly ripped her shirt off. Once
off, he set about suckling on her pert breasts, teasing her nipples into
points. She teased him, coating his dick with her juices before finally
plunging herself on him.

"Christ!" he shouted and his head fell back.

"Feel good baby?" she asked, nibbling on his neck.

"Yes," he hissed and she started moving faster up and down. He thrust up
to meet her and soon they were moving frantic toward their release. When
it came, Spike roared his while Buffy shouted his name and sagged against
him. Holding her to him he nuzzled her neck. "I might need just a little
more convincing. . ." and he swept her up in his arms to the bedroom.



He was sated. For now anyway. And she'd been worried he'd get his fill of
her. Not bloody likely, he shook his head as he tugged on his shirt. Buffy
had left about an hour earlier to get back to her apartment to meet Lorne
and get ready for their night out.

He'd never get enough of his wild cat, he thought as he thought of how she
expressed wanting to try the silk scarves next. He wanted her with him
always. He knew that four years ago and now it was better than he could
have imagined. He was no longer just the lover, he was also the beloved. He
truly felt like Superman. Felt that he could do anything and he would too.
She just needed to ask.

He knew that before Brian had come around and stirred things up—and
thanks to the twit, made them even closer—Buffy had been wondering
about their ‘engagement' and where they stood. He'd purposely said
nothing because he'd been trying to get things in order. He'd taken great
pleasure in the fact that she was still wearing his ring and he had no
intention of ever taking it back. No, hopefully by next weekend, they'd be
married. It was part of the reason he was so disappointed that Lorne had
shown up. While Buffy had a surprise waiting for him, he had one for her as
well: He had two tickets to Vegas for them for the next weekend. She didn't
want a conventional wedding and he didn't want to wait any longer. He
wanted her by his side as his wife forever. He'd spent the week making
arrangements: First, he had to clear it with her job to get some ample time
off because after they were married, he was jetting them off to England to
meet his father and take in the sights like she had expressed wanting to do.
He was sure she'd say yes. He felt it and he couldn't wait. His surprise
would just have to wait a couple days. He sighed heavily and grabbed his
jacket, heading out to meet Lorne and his Buffy.



Spike held onto Buffy's hand as they trooped into the club Lorne was all
excited to show them. Apparently a friend of his had opened the bar up
recently and had named Lorne as the inspiration. Lorne, ever the Drama
Queen was fanning himself as he took in the posh club. It didn't have the
pink flamingos that Lorne had, but it had a definite beach theme with a
sand pile as a dance floor in which people were dancing bare foot. It had
colorful umbrellas at the tables and while it was on the dark side, there was
enough light to see what was going on. Spike sniffed. Coconuts. It even
smelled like a beach.

"I want to introduce you to Bobby!" Lorne shouted to her excitedly and
tugged on her hand.

Buffy looked over at Spike. "Go ahead," Spike nodded. "Want a drink?"

"Shirley Temple?"

"Buffy, I'm not bloody ordering you a Shirley Temple."

"All right, all right, all right. Just some ginger ale then?"

He nodded. "I'll grab us a table."

She gave him a quick kiss and was promptly swept away by Lorne.

He ordered himself a beer and Buffy her ginger ale before finding them a
table. He looked around the room, taking in the sights of the club and noting
that it was probably some place he might even come back to. Buffy and
Lorne came back a few minutes later talking animatedly and he noticed she
was a bit flushed.

"You all right kitten?" he asked when she leaned into him and thanked him for her drink.

"Yep," she chirped.

He didn't question her further, but figured it was the heat of the crowd and
the excitement of being with her dear friend Lorne. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her and half listened to their conversation. When the soft strains of a slow song started he nudged Buffy.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Want to dance with me?"

"Uh—"

"Come on Buffy. I see someone else I want to introduce you to," and Lorne grabbed her hand, hauling her up.

Spike was getting pissed now. He wanted some time alone with Buffy
dammit! Wasn't it enough that the guy had come up and surprised them without even asking if he could come and if he was imposing, and now he was dragging her away again? Buffy kissed him quickly, whispered "Sorry" and allowed Lorne to drag her off. He was going to have a serious talk with Buffy about this later. In fact, he had half a mind to tell Lorne he could stay at Buffy's, but Buffy was staying with HIM in HIS apartment. And once they were married, there would be no surprise visits like that. There had to be a call, there had to be plans made. It was bloody rude of Lorne to assume that he could just wedge his way in and—

"Hi everyone." Spike's head snapped to where the voice was coming from.
There was a STAGE in this joint? And why was Buffy on it talking in a mic? He jumped up from the table and started pushing his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes trained on Buffy.

"I have a little song I wanted to sing for my boyfriend," Buffy was saying.
The crowd whistled and ‘awwed'. Some even booed. Spike glared, looking
for those that dared ‘boo' his girl. "Spike, where are you?"

He shot his hand up and whistled. "Right here baby!" he shouted.

Heads swiveled and stared him down. He kept his gaze on Buffy who
smiled. "I had a little—okay, a lot—of help with this. I don't sing karaoke, so
please bear with me. I'm not always good at putting into words how I feel,
and this song kind of stuck with me as the perfect one for you."

Spike broke out into a wide smile wondering what in the world Buffy had
up her sleeve. The music started, a tune he'd heard her play before. Then,
her voice broke through and all he could see was his angel with her eyes
intent on him.



"I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby
And you've never met anyone as negative
As I am sometimes

I am the wisest woman you've ever met
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected
I have the bravest heart you've ever seen
And you've never met anyone as positive
As I am sometimes

You see everything you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

I blame everyone else not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting
And you've never met anyone as closed down as I am sometimes

You see everything you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist you love no matter how low or high I go

I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known
I'm the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known
And you've never met anyone as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here"

He was pushing at the crowd, trying to get to his Buffy, needing to get to her. When he finally reached the stage, he crawled up onstage and grabbed for Buffy, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. He reached for her, but she halted him.

"Buffy, baby," he pleaded.

"Wait! I'm not done, that's not the end. That was my bended knee speech.
This is the part where I ask."

Then he heard the strains of a song he vaguely recognized. It clicked into
place however, when he heard "Will You Marry Me Boy?"

His eyes widened and he stared at her.

"Spike, will you marry me?" she asked, her voice wobbly.

He answered by this time succeeding in grabbing her and lifting her in his
arms. He peppered her face with kisses. "Yes, yes, yes. A million times
yes!"

She giggled and kissed him back. The crowd cheered and Spike suddenly
felt very exposed. He cuddled Buffy close to him.

"Would you GO already?" Lorne asked. "Yeesh! What are you still doing
here. Run! Run like the wind!"

Spike smiled broadly at the man and then let go of Buffy to hug him. He
could hear Buffy laughing behind him.

"You think I didn't know you were ready to knock my block off?" Lorne
demanded in mock anger. Then he smiled. "All part of the plan my sweet.
Now go!"

Taking Buffy's hand, Spike pulled her backstage and was ushered out with
a Congratulations by the man named Bobby.

Once out on the street, Spike wasted no time in devouring Buffy's mouth
with his own. "This was the plan?" he asked breathlessly.

She nodded. "I didn't want you to figure it out. I had to throw you off the
trail. Lorne helped. Did you really think I would have blown off any
surprise for you to hang out with anyone else—even if anyone else is
Lorne?"

He grinned. "I should have known."

"Well, it worked in my favor that you didn't. Plus, I got some hot sex out of
the deal."

He laughed and kissed her again, holding her to him tight. "It was cheesy
though huh?" she asked him. "I know it really was. It was no ‘Like a Virgin',
but I'd never be able to pull that off."

"It was perfect Buffy," he assured her, nibbling on her ear.

"I just wanted to tell you how amazing you are."

"Just goes to show you what my girl can do once she sets her mind to it."

"Leap tall building in a single bound?" she grinned.

He smiled. "That's about how it feels doesn't it?"

"So when are we getting married?"

"How about next weekend?"

Her eyes bugged. "What?"

"Well, it's all part of MY surprise for you."

"Pray tell," she said in wonderment.

"Well, it all started with this conversation we had about weddings . . . "


A/N: See, even Buffy knows it was cheesy! LOL.





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