sb_fag_ends | fic: Mr. and Mrs. Buffy Anne Summers

Title: Mr. and Mrs. Buffy Summers

Creator: tiny_white_hats

Rating: PG

Setting: Season 4, in the episode "Something Blue"

Prompt: Redcurrant Glory, for Reservoir Chicken
warnings: none (excepting excessive spell-induced melodrama)

Summary: Buffy and Spike pick out wedding invitations for their upcoming wedding, in the most melodramatic fashion possible. A missing scene from "Something Blue," while Buffy and Spike are under Willow's spell.

“I like the red,” Spike shrugged casually, feigning disinterest as he picked at his fading nail polish. It wouldn’t do for him to seem too interested in wedding invitations, him having a reputation to protect and all. Just because he was marrying the Slayer didn’t mean he was any less the Big Bad.

“It’s called Redcurrant Glory,” Buffy told him, nose scrunched up adorably, “And I’m not so sure it’s a good idea, Spikey. It looks an awful lot like blood, and I don’t want to give our guests the wrong impression.”

“What impression? That I drink blood? Is that what this is, Slayer? Are you ashamed of me?” Spike growled, coming to his feet with a speed that surprised his fiancée.

“Of course not, Spike!” Buffy exclaimed, looking hurt as she nursed the example stationary to her chest. “I could never be ashamed of you!”

“It’s just,” Spike sighed, anxiously readjusting his duster over his shoulders, “I’m a vampire, and you’re a Slayer, love. You kill my kind. Bit of a conflict of interests, isn’t it?”

“Don’t ever think that!” Buffy cried just a tad overdramatically, jumping from the couch in a flurry of scattered stationary. “Those things don’t matter to me. All I care about is us! You’re all I want, Spike, you’re the wind beneath my wings!”

“You’re not just saying that?” Spike asked tentatively, peering at her with a hopeful grin.

“Of course not, silly!” Buffy laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a kiss. “And, oh! Now that I’ve mentioned it, I think “Wind Beneath My Wings” should be our first dance, don’t you? I think it would be absolutely perfect!”

“Absolutely perfect,” Spike echoed happily, dazed and pleased after kissing Buffy.

“And, I think Mint Whisper--that's the light green, Sweetie--would be better for the stationary, don’t you? After all, it’s already going to say Mr. William the Bloody on it, so maybe we should stay away from the blood red, okay? We don’t want it to be a thing. I don’t think my extended family would take it very well. They’re easily spooked.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

“Hmm,” Buffy sighed happily, leaning her head against Spike’s shoulder. “I can’t wait until we’re Mr. and Mrs. Buffy Anne Summers.”

“Mr. Buffy Anne Summers,” Spike chuckled nervously, “Can’t wait.”

fin.

fic: Mr. and Mrs. Buffy Anne Summers

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