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Sanctuary	By : MrsMuir Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 7492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7 � Til Death
Do Us Part

Her beauty never ceased to amaze him. She constantly
surprised him with each new complex layer that she showed him. A vision in a
long form fitting dress rented from the chapel along with a veil that swept
along her shoulders. Spike�s knees almost buckled beneath him when Buffy
started down the aisle toward him. A womanly smile graced those luscious lips
that could drive him mad with need. Oh, there was no doubt any longer. He was
in love with this dream that seemed to be created only for him. This was who
he�d been searching for his entire life.

Spike held his hand out for her to take when she neared him.
They were icy to the touch belying the fear that was making her tremble beside
him. Her eyes beneath the white lace told of her surety of this ceremony. He
kissed the back of her hand before turning to the man who would join them in
holy wedlock. The ceremony was a blur to
Spike until he was asked to swear until �death do us part�. His thoughts
returned to another wedding, to another woman that he took that vow for, and
the results. Fear filled him that he would fail this woman too. Images of his
dark princess lying on a cold slab waiting for him to claim her flashed through
his mind.

It was him that identified her body. The man she had
betrayed him with lying in the same room. Gunshot wounds tearing their chests
apart above their hearts marred the perfections of their bodies. He didn�t want
to let her go, but it was done. Nothing he ever did would take away the mistakes
he made in his first marriage. No one would ever know went on between them
behind closed doors. The hatred that bloomed from the first passionate months
of their lives together that ended in Drusilla�s demise in a cheap hotel room.
The guilt and shame was too much for him to bear. He had collapsed onto the
cold tile of the morgue floor screaming for what would never be again. It was
Xander that had carried him from that place of death.

�I�m here,� Buffy whispered, shaking him from the horrifying
memories that made him want to run. �It�s okay.�

She leaned her forehead against his cheek. Her hand nestled
in his, so strong, so comforting, giving him the strength to let go of the
past. He wept in relief as he finished his vow, �I will be with you until my last
breath. I promise �til the end of the world, Buffy.�

It was sufficient. They were married after a few more words
were spoken between them. He had no ring
to give his bride but planned a trip to Tiffany�s the first chance they got. It
would only be the best for Buffy. He poured all his new found love and hope
into their first kiss as man and wife. It was tender but powerful. He took it
as a sign that all would be right in the future despite the quickness of their
union.

�I�m so happy,� Buffy told him as she looped her arms around
his neck. �This is a dream come true.�

�I know what you mean, Mrs. Nagle,� Spike said, smiling down
at her. He pulled her close to him. �I can�t believe I found you.�

They kissed again. This time it was only an affectionate
peck before they made their way back down the aisle. There were a few pictures
taken before Buffy retreated to change back into her own clothes. Spike took
care of the final arrangements and gathered their photos and video tape along
with their license.

Buffy appeared happy when she returned to him. A smile
graced her face as she walked straight to him.

�Hey there, pet,� Spike greeted her with a smile of his own.
�You hungry? I thought maybe we could have lunch before we returned to LA.�

�It sounds wonderful. Now that my nerves are settling down,
my stomach is growling.�

�Well, then that settles it. I have to make sure my wife is
properly taken care of,� Spike replied, taking her hand. �There�s a nice
restaurant down the street I think you�ll like. It serves a little bit of
everything.�

After thanking the helpful personnel at the chapel, they
hurried back to the Porsche. It was hard for Spike to concentrate on driving.
He wanted to hold his bride, reassure himself that she and this marriage were
for real. Her hand came to rest on his thigh as if she could read his thoughts.
He could feel the caress of her thumb through the denim of his jeans, burning
into him. Suddenly nothing else mattered. She was there for him. He didn�t need
to worry.

Smith & Wollensky was a favorite place for Spike to
visit whenever he visited Las Vegas
or New York. A steakhouse that
served top quality meals in a comfortable atmosphere was the type of
establishment that he preferred. He figured that Buffy would like it too because
it was such a relaxed type of eatery. Pulling into the front of the three-story
building the valet rushed over to take over the parking for them. He took
Buffy�s hand to lead her into the establishment, not letting her go for one
moment. Not even when the hostess led them to a secluded table on the third
floor giving them the privacy they wanted. They slid into the same side of the
booth. His arm went across the back of the booth while Buffy cuddled into his
side.

�Good afternoon. My name is Paul and I will be your server
this afternoon,� a young man said, who came to stand beside their table. �May I
bring you something to drink?�

�Iced tea,� Buffy replied, glancing down at the menu handed
to her.

�The same for me,� Spike added, allowing his menu to remain
on the table while he peered over Buffy�s shoulder. �Anything look good, pet?�

�It all does. I�m starving.�

�Sorry,� Spike whispered, kissing her cheek. �I guess I
should have stopped somewhere earlier.�

�Stop it, William,� Buffy said, shifting to look at him. �If
I was that hungry, I would have said something. I was too nervous before to eat
anyway.� She kissed the corner of his mouth. �I appreciate you wanting to take
care of me but I�ll speak up if I need something.�

�Promise?�

Spike covered her hand with his as memories assaulted him
again. The demands Drusilla made upon him. Things she insisted he should have
known about but had no clue. Maybe it was his youth and inexperience with women
before he met his wife that made him so unable to give her what she needed. He
shook his head but something dark beckoned to him. Something his first wife
enjoyed. Something that he gave to her but always made him afraid.

�William,� Buffy called softly to him. Her hand caressed his
cheek bringing him out of his former hell with her sunshine for the second time
that day. �Don�t�.okay? I promise.�

He nodded, unable to form the words needed. Buffy was beside
him. She needed him. Forcing everything away but the girl beside him, Spike
returned his attention to the menu, letting his finger drift across the
selections.

�Why don�t we order several appetizers and share them?�
Spike asked. �Maybe a salad and the shrimp cocktail. Do you like lobster?�

�I�ve never had it,� Buffy replied, staring intently at the
menu as if she was embarrassed by her admission.

�Well, then you should,� Spike said easily. He decided it
was going to be fun to open up a new world to his wife. Teach her things that
she only dreamed about before. They were both quiet for the next few moments
until their server returned with their drinks and to take their order. Spike
played with a curl of blonde hair that rested on Buffy�s shoulder. �I was
thinking earlier that I really don�t know that much about you. Like what music
you like?�

�Pop, alternative,� Buffy said, with a smile. �You?�

�Punk.�

�I should have known,� she said with a giggle. �You seem the
rebellious type.�

�Hmm, do I now? Was a bit of a nerd as a kid.�

�Then you got tired of it,� Buffy said. �Rebelled with all
the bad things you shouldn�t do.�

�Something like that,� Spike said, wondering how someone so
young got so astute. She�d pretty much nailed his changes accurately. �Bet
you�ve always been the good girl.�

�Something like that. Cheerleader, on the homecoming court,
etc... Guess I�m the typical blonde ditz.�

Spike was ready to refute her claim but then noticed the
twinkling in her eyes. She was teasing him, but he decided that maybe she still
needed the assurance that she wasn�t. Didn�t everybody joke about what made
them insecure?

�Never typical, my love,� he said, nuzzling her cheek with
his nose. �Very special indeed.�

�Okay, not typical,� Buffy said, her hands folding into her
lap. �Just ditzy.�

�Why do you say that?�

�I�m not very book smart,� Buffy said, bowing her head.
�Somehow I did pretty good on my SAT, but always struggled in my classes.�

�Are you afraid that I expect you to be some kind of genius
or something?�

She shrugged.

�I�m not a genius either,� Spike said. �Most of my plans
fall apart before I ever take the first step; I�m pretty emotional which is why
I can write what I do. Ask me to do algebra or to dissect a triangle or
something and I�ll just stare at you. So, I guess we�ll be dumb blondes
together.�

This time she giggled. Her kiss showed her relief at not
being looked down upon for who she was. He wondered which bastard of an
ex-boyfriend made her feel like she was lacking in intelligence or some other
area that he found important. Hoping to make her feel even better, he hugged
her close to him. She relaxed against him making him feel that he could be the savior
that he wanted to be. It reinforced his earlier thoughts that this was meant to
be.

The rest of their late lunch passed in easy conversation
that covered current events, their wedding and their preferred foods. Things
that wouldn�t cause any kind of bad feelings on either of their parts. Leaving
the restaurant, Spike retrieved the keys from the valet then handed them to
Buffy.

�Want to drive for awhile?�

�I don�t know how to drive stick,� Buffy said, shuffling her
feet. �Actually, I�m not much of a driver at all.�

�One of those unmixy things?� Spike teased, taking the keys
back and opening the door for her.

�Yep,� Buffy said, sliding into the car.

�You just have to get comfortable with it,� Spike said,
climbing into the car on his side. �Everybody drives in LA. What kind of car do
you think you would like? BMW, Mercedes�?�

�A Toyota,�
Buffy teased. �Something that won�t cost so much when I destroy it.�

�An Infiniti then,� Spike replied, pulling out into traffic
and heading toward home. �What color?�

�You�re serious, aren�t you?�

�Yeah,� Spike said, glancing over at Buffy who was staring
wide eyed at him. �You�ll need a car to get around. It�s like I said, everybody
drives, unless you want me to hire you a driver?�

�No, no,� Buffy protested. She sighed. �I guess I didn�t
really think about the changes that I�ll have to make.�

�We have to make,� Spike corrected gently. He reached over
to squeeze her hand. �One thing at a time, okay? It will be one of the good
things about me working at home; I�ll be around to help you adjust to the
city.�

~~~~~~~~~~

Despite his promises it scared her to death. Suddenly Buffy
was terrified at what she had done. Her mother would be horrified at her
daughter marrying so rashly. A long lecture would be in the works, but her
mother was gone. Buffy blinked away tears before they could fall. Before Spike
could see them. It wouldn�t do to worry him anymore than she already had. She
must seem ungrateful for everything he wanted to do for her, but she felt like
someone had thrown her in the deep end and she had no idea of how to swim. All
she was sure of was that she wanted to be with his man beside her.

When he held her, she felt safe. He brought her pleasure she
never thought possible. In his arms she was a woman, not the little girl she�d
been only a few days ago. For some reason he believed in her so she swore she�d
muddle her way through this. Moving her hand to rest on his thigh again, she
settled back into her seat for the long ride home.

�Spike, where do you live?� Buffy asked, as she realized she
had no clue other than Los Angeles. �I mean do you live in a house?�

�Nope, not a house,� Spike replied. �I live on the Wilshire corridor
in a condo building called Sanctuary. I�ve got one of the two penthouses. It
has two levels along with a private terrace. Beautiful views of the city and it�s
only a couple of blocks to Rodeo Drive.�

�Wow,� Buffy muttered. If she like she was drowning before,
now she felt like she was being taken under by a tidal wave. She would soon be
living a life that she never even dared to fantasize about. Small town girls
like her didn�t end up in fairy tale lives like this. William spoke about Rodeo
Drive like she would about going to Wal-mart. �How
much money do you have?� She blurted.

�Enough,� Spike laughed. �Actually more than enough,� he
said. �I guess you didn�t marry me for my money after all.�

�You said you were an author,� Buffy said, talking more to
herself than to him. �I knew you had some money but now you sound like
you�re�well, loaded.�

�That�s because I am.�

�I�m sorry,� Buffy rushed out when she realized she was
making him uncomfortable. Her mother always told her it was crude to discuss
someone�s monetary worth. Ashamed because she was acting so rude, she apologized
again. �William, I�m sorry. I hadn�t really thought about it before and it kind
of caught me by surprise.�

Placing her hand on his arm, she could feel the tenseness
that vibrated just beneath the surface of his skin. She leaned over to kiss the
corner of his mouth and whispered, �Forgive me?�

�Always,� Spike said a moment later. He kissed her quickly
before returning his attention back to the road.

Buffy relaxed, happy that he seemed to willing to let her
rudeness go. She promised herself that she would try to act like she was
comfortable with all the new things that would be coming her way in the near
future. If she could then she wouldn�t have to worry about making her husband
ashamed of his small town wife.

to be continued�
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