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As the shadows of night fell in the hallways of the hotel, men and women dreamt of peace and tranquility. Many of them dreamed of money. Some of them dreamed of power. Most of them dreamed of love. They rose from their sleep, and returned to their rooms, to the arms of their lovers, or a soft bower for their dreams. They returned to the tables, where they waited to hit the jackpot. They returned to life. The casino blared to life with the exultant energy of the lucky ones, those who have hit the jackpot of a lifetime. Lovers moved together to make their dreams reality, and gamblers cashed out their chips, ready to spend their winnings. Spike grabbed Buffy's shoulders as he moved slowly in and out of her. She moaned and bit his nipple. "Now?" he said breathily. "Now," she replied. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as they came together. They curled into each other and exchanged loving kisses and gentle touches. Buffy rolled out of Spike's arms and looked at the clock. "The wedding is in an hour," she said softly. "So we have a half hour more to cuddle here, then," he said dropping a delicate kiss on her lips. She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, and he growled at her. He rolled on top of her and bit her neck. "Oh Spike, oh God," she said loudly. He ground his pelvis into hers. "You're insatiable," he said roughly. She flipped him off her onto the floor and he looked up at her, stunned. "Bloody hell, sweetheart!" She jumped out of bed, her peignoir billowing all around her. "The wedding is in an hour, and we don't have the license," she said, panicked. Willow and Xander lay in their bed. "Wedding's in an hour," said Xander sleepily. Willow kissed his neck and rolled on top of him, and covered his mouth with hers. Her red hair mingled with his dark locks as she moved back and forth on him, making slow, sweet love. "I want a little girl that has your hair," he said when he came up for air briefly. "Only if she had your eyes," she said breathlessly. "But your eyes are so beautiful." He pressed a kiss into her shoulder. "We'll have two then. One will have your eyes and one mine," she said. Lorelei and Tara lay sleeping, their long golden tresses mixed together as they lay intertwined in the bed. Their limbs were wrapped around each other tightly, and it was hard to say where one began and the other ended. Cordelia lifted her head from a strong, muscled chest and smiled. She stretched her arms and looked down from the conference table they were on. Papers were scattered all over the floor. She looked over at Angel's face and stilled. "Hello, my love," he said in a low sexy voice, as his eyes devoured her. Dawn smiled at herself in the mirror as she wound hot curlers in her hair. She listened to the radio, and sang a song about a cool boy in a hot car, and wondered if there'd be any guys at the reception. Giles and Anya walked into the lobby of the hotel, rolling a cart of books behind them. "Does something seem a bit odd to you?" asked Anya. They looked around at the shadows. "Wasn't it earlier?" Giles looked down at his watch. "It says that it's six o'clock now." They looked at each other in horror. "Oh sweet Lord," said Giles. "The wedding." Aurelius sat in the back of a long black limousine. Drusilla sat on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. "Where do you want to go, my black pearl?" he asked her as she kissed his hand. "I want to go to Paris," she said with a smile. "Do you remember Paris? We had such a lovely time there." "I remember, poppet," he said. He turned and kissed her mouth, and she smiled up at him with wide, pleased eyes. "I want to remember how good it was, how high our passion burned," he said adamantly. "I need to forget everything else. Please help me forget." He trailed his mouth down her neck. The wedding chapel filled up with guests. The groom's side was filled to capacity. Beautiful vampire women were ogled by demons of every variety. On the other side, Hank Summers sat alone in the front pew. Beads of sweat collected on the back of his neck, as he forced himself not to turn around. Spike and Buffy ran into the clerk's office. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and one of Buffy's t-shirts, a v-necked navy one that rode up shortly above his belly button. Buffy had thrown his duster over her nightgown, and wore plastic flip-flops on her feet. Buffy filled out the form while they stood on line, using Spike's back as a desk. They finally got up to the clerk, who read their application. "That will be fifty dollars cash, please." She looked at them curiously. "Is Sunnydale a really big town?" Spike looked puzzled. "No, why do you ask?" "You're the third couple I had in here today from there," she said with a smile. "I wonder if it was anyone we know," said Buffy. "Well, I can't remember the first couples names. She was really loud, very blonde. With a tall guy with an English accent." She paused. "The other couple just left. The bride was all in a hurry, said she had to get married before some other couple did. A cute little blonde she was, too. All decked out with a tiara, and everything. Real good looking guy with her." She drummed her pencil on the table. "What was that girl's name?" She snapped her fingers. "Melody, Symphony... Harmony!" -TBC- |
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