A New Year's wedding - Part 11

Music played softly in the chapel as the bride walked slowly down the aisle, followed by her bridesmaids, Willow and Cordelia. Hank Summers was still in Europe, so Joyce was accompanying her in his place. Buffy had a garland of flowers in her hair, holding a short veil in place, and it matched the bouquet she held. Giles thought he had never seen her look lovelier.

Giles' friend, Rev Long, thought he could feel the love radiating in the church. It came from all of them, but most of all from the bride and groom. Giles had forgone the tweed again, and wore a charcoal grey suit. The gold hoop in his ear gave him a slightly roguish look, and matched the gold hoop in one of Buffy's ear.

As she reached the front of the chapel she gave her bouquet to Willow and took Giles' hand. They held each other's eyes as they said their vows, the words ringing in the quiet building with the depth of their love. Xander and Oz were acting as best men, and had one ring each for security. At the end Giles lifted Buffy's veil and gave her a sweet kiss.

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The reception was held at the house, all the hotels in the area having been booked months in advance for New Year's parties. They had music, food and each other, which was all that was really needed. They left for their honeymoon before it got dark, and their friends and family continued celebrating and saw in the New Year together.

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"Giles?" Buffy said uncertainly from the bathroom door of their suit. The part of the day that she been looking forward to for so long was here, and she was suddenly nervous. She knew that the things Angel had said to her so long ago were not true, but she could not shake the memory. A tiny part of her was scared that this could still go wrong.

Giles turned, and must have guessed what she was thinking. He came towards her and enfolded her in his arms. "It will be alright. I love you so much."

"Thanks," she said.

He drew back and looked at her. The black nightgown she wore clung in all the right places, and he was aroused just looking at her. He bent his head and kissed her gently to reassure her.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again.

This went on for quite some time, and they were both breathing hard when they drew away. Although Giles knew it would test his self-control to the limit he vowed that Buffy was going to enjoy this.

"We can go at whatever speed you want," he reassured her.

"You are special, you know that?"

She kissed him again, this time just trailing kisses along his lips. At the same time she eased his jacket from his shoulders and started to work on his shirt buttons. Her fingers were trembling, from nerves as much as anything else, so in the end she asked," Do you really, * really * like this shirt?"

"No," he replied looking puzzled.

"Good," she said, and pulled it open, buttons flying everywhere. "Mmm, nice," she commented as she happily explored his chest with her hands and mouth.

Buffy's actions were pushing the limits of her husband's control, but he would not do anything to hurt her, so he bit his lip and stood there. When she reached the waistband of his trousers she fumbled with the belt, but managed to undo it. She pushed his trousers down, and removed his shoes and socks so he could step out of them. Then she kissed back up his chest and returned to his mouth, licking his lips and inviting him in. He took her invitation and their tongues tangled for in a sensual dance that sent fire from her mouth to her core.

"Your turn," she said eventually.

Giles began trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, paying particular attention to a sensitive spot behind her ear. Her tiny moans and gasps excited and exhilarated him. He continued kissing along her shoulders and pushed the spaghetti straps of her gown down. Finally he made his way to her breasts, and kissed them through the silk. Her gasp of pleasure was all the encouragement her needed and he began sucking and nibbling them through the fabric. When she thought she could not stand anymore he pulled the gown and it pooled at her feet, exposing her to his loving gaze. She only wore a pair of black silk panties now, and her beauty stunned him.

"You are so.incredible," he managed to rasp, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth again.

The feel of his hot, wet mouth on her breast shot heat through Buffy to pool at her burning centre. Without warning Giles scooped her up and deposited her on the bed. He removed his boxers and joined her, lying beside her. She lay there for a moment, admiring the man who was now her husband. Then she tentatively reached out a hand to encircle his erect member. He hissed, and thrust towards her. Buffy grinned at the thought of the power she seemed to have over him. Her grin turned into a moan as her started kissing her breasts again and trailing the kisses down her stomach. When he reached the waistband of her panties he hooked his thumbs under the elastic and pulled them down and away. Then he began to kiss and lick up each leg, stopping before he reached her moist heat. Finally he buried his hand in the curls at the apex of her thighs and almost lost control totally when he felt how wet and ready she was. Buffy bent her legs, signalling her readiness for him and he positioned himself carefully between them.

"Are you ready?"

"I love you Rupert."

He kissed her as he pushed slowly into her, capturing her moan of pleasure. Then he began thrusting slowly and steadily, kneading her breast between his fingers and kissing her. She was so close to her climax, she began tightening and shuddering beneath him after a few thrusts. He increased his rhythm and followed her over the edge soon after, both of them shouting each other's name as their worlds exploded around them.

When they calmed down a little, he slid out of her and pulled her to his side, keeping an arm protectively around her.

Buffy was beyond words. "That was.wow. Just.wow."

"Wow indeed." Giles chuckled. "You are incredible."

"I know," she said smugly, hiding her relief at his words. She began tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Is it always like this? And if so, why did we wait so long?"

"It's normally better the second time. Or the third. Or the fourth."

"I get the picture. Want to see if that's true?"

Her hands began moving lower, and Giles was amazed to feel his body respond again. He kissed her, and they began all over again, making love till dawn. They barely even noticed when church bells rang at midnight, ushering in a New Year, a new millennium and the beginning of their life together.

END