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"We need three hundred dollars to get married at the chapel next door," said Xander. "And we need to get wedding rings too."

"How are we doing on fundage?" asked Willow as she sipped her soda.

"Well, after the license, we now have a whopping seventy two dollars and thirty three cents," he said.

"We can do this tomorrow," said the redhead sadly. "Or we can wait and do this another time." They looked at each other.

"No, there must be some way," said Xander firmly. He searched through his pockets. His face stilled and he looked at Willow.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. He held up Anya's engagement ring in his fingers. The waitress came over to bring them their check.

"Do you know where the closest pawn shop is?" he asked her.

Buffy lay against the pillows on her bed. Her head rolled back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. "Please, please, don't stop," she begged.

Spike adjusted her foot in his lap and continued to massage her sole with firm pressure from his thumbs. "I won't stop until you're satisfied," he said with a leer. He drew his hands up her leg and worked her calf muscle. When she was reduced to jelly, he switched to the other leg and started with her foot. She made contented sighs and moans until he slipped his fingers along the arch of her foot. She began to plead with him. "Oh, please, please, more."

"You don't sound very relaxed, sweets," he pointed out. "You sound quite wound up, and it's really turning me on."

She opened glazed eyes and looked at him. "That thing you're doing to my feet is getting me really hot," she said breathlessly. She laughed, embarrassed. "I know that's kind of weird."

His eyes fixed on her face as he slid his tongue along her sole. Her reaction was immense and immediate. Encouraged, he sucked her toe into his mouth. "Oh, yeah," she said loudly. He lavished attention on all of her toes and she moved energetically around, making a huge amount of noise. Finally she let out a high pitched keening noise, and Spike couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her ankles and slid her down the bed. Swiftly, he entered her. She slid her hands into his hair and grabbed his head. She pressed his face into her neck. He bit her, and her orgasm was immediate. Spurred on by hers, he followed her shortly after.

"That was so amazing," she said happily.

"Glad to hear it, baby," he replied. They cuddled together in bed. Contented, Spike began to drift off to sleep.

"Can we have ice cream now?" chirped his fianc�e.

Giles pulled Anya away from him. "We have to stop, Anya. We can't do this."

Totally naked, she straddled him. "Why not? We both want to." She looked down at him as she tugged on his belt buckle.

"We don't have any condoms," he said as he tried to be reasonable. "What happened during the spell was not in our control, but we have no excuse now to be so irresponsible."

"Okay," she said as she pulled off his pants. "But I really want an orgasm right now. Plus, I want to hear that nasty voice you get when I make really you excited. So we're going to have oral sex, and then you can go find some prophylactics."

"If you..." he said, and trailed off as she closed her mouth around him.

Xander and Willow walked into the wedding chapel. "Welcome to the Chapel of Love," said the cheerful clerk. The immensely fat man was dressed as cupid, complete with wings and a bow.

Xander pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket. "We want the basic ceremony and we need a gown and suit."

"Very good, sir," said the clerk as he took the cash. "Which of our chapels would you like to use?"

"Did we want to go with the Old South theme or the medieval theme?" asked Willow.

"I think we decided on the `Gone With The Wind' action," said Xander with a smile.

"Only with a happy ending," said Willow.