Keeper of the Stars
by Shyfox
Bachelor Party
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Chapter three: Bachelor party
Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who's the only one?
Hey little sister who's your Superman?
Hey little sister who's the one you want?
Hey little sister, shotgun.
It's a nice day to start again.
Come on, it's a nice day for a white wedding.
-- Billy Idol -- White Wedding
"Xander...what?" Buffy watched in bemusement as Xander unloaded his party supplies on the coffee table.
"You didn't think we were going to let you get married tomorrow without throwing you a stag party, did ya?" Xander asked, looking slightly insulted. "I think not." He proclaimed, popping open a can of beer and raising it in a toast as the other guys found places around Giles t.v. and Oz popped a tape in his VCR. "So drink up and be merry, Buff...for tomorrow you turn into an old married lady."
Buffy wasn't sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but she did know if Giles woke up and found them here, there would be hell to pay, and she really didn't like to tempt hell, considering she lived on top of the hellmouth. "Uh...guys, thanks but I really don't think..."
"Come on, Buff. Live it up. You only get married once, you know." Xander said, trying to get the Slayer to loosen up a bit.
Feeling the situation running straight out of her hands, Buffy shook her head helplessly as she shut the door, and walked towards the couch. "Thanks, guys. But if you wake up Giles, I'm not protecting you." She declared forcefully, before she reached into the pizza box and grabbed a slice of pizza.
She had just taken a bite, when she noticed moaning coming from the TV set. Very sexy moaning at that. She turned her head slowly, her eyes widening as the sounds of pleasure became louder and more throaty. "Uh...guys...I don't think..." She was about to protest when the image of two women getting it on, captured her whole attention.
"Wow. I didn't know you could do that." A round of chuckles went around the room, as she sank back into a chair, feeling suddenly light headed as she stared in rapture at the screen. She tilted her head to the side to get a better angle as images of trying out with Willow what she saw on the screen, danced in her head. Watching the action unfold, she couldn't wait for her wedding night.
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While Buffy and the guys were pigging out on pizzas and watching porno flicks, Willow was being treated to a Bridal shower thrown by Joyce, Cordelia and Anya. Joyce had made a plate of finger sandwiches and they drank ice cream punch while Willow opened a stack of presents. Cordelia wrote down every word Willow said while she was opening the gifts, for a reason she was about to make known after Willow unwrapped the last one.
Cordelia cleared her throat after Willow set the matching crystal candlesticks down with the rest of the opened gifts, and waited for all eyes to be turned to her. "I've written down every word you said while you were opening your presents, Willow, and it's an old superstition, that whatever you say when your opening your presents during your Bridal Shower, you said before on your first night with Buffy." Cordelia's eyes gleamed as she watched Willow's face turn pink. Joyce covered her mouth to hide a grin, as she remembered her girlfriends doing this when she married Buffy's father.
"Now...I don't know what some of this means, you would have a better idea than I would." Cordelia said, shooting a mischievous look at the blushing bride, "But personally I think some of this stuff is rather revealing."
Cordelia waited until she had all eyes and ears on her, then let loose with the first one. "OH MY GOD! I love it!" She cried, her voice full of passion, as if to mirror Willow's in an orgasmic moment.
Willow blushed furiously, as she tried not to choke on her punch. Hearing the gentle laughter around her, she tried not to feel mortified, and then ended up laughing anyway.
"Aww...Isn't that cute?" Cordelia squealed, as she read off the second line, amidst a roar of laughter. Willow didn't think it was possible to turn anymore red, as she gasped with laughter.
Cordelia adopted a puzzled tone, as she read off the next one. "I don't think it will fit."
Willow did choke on her punch this time, sending ice cream punch out of her nose. She coughed, waiving Cordelia's hands away as she started to slap the red head on the back. She was laughing so hard, tears were forming in her eyes.
"Will this color go with my face?" Cordelia questioned seriously, before she burst into laughter again, quickly being joined by Joyce and a beet red Willow. Anya was left puzzled at that one, as the three other women howled with glee.
When Cordelia managed to calm down enough again, she formed a regretful face and read off the next one on the list. "I already have one of those."
Willow's chest was aching by this time, but she couldn't stop the gusts of laughter that streamed from her. She was mildly embarrassed by Joyce hearing all these things, even though she knew she didn't really say them, they were close enough to the truth for her taste. But Joyce didn't seem to mind, in fact she appeared to be enjoying it just as much as the other girls were.
"And last but not least." Cordelia primed the next one by letting a beatific smile grow on her face, and clasping her hands together in front of her. "Those go really good together." She said, enthusiastically, as the room cracked up once more.
Willow had lived through it, and she hadn't died from complete mortification, she thought as she wiped the tears of laughter from her overheated face. In fact, it had felt pretty darned good bonding with the other women like this. She supposed embarrassment had it's place after all.
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The squeal of seagulls mixed with the roar of the ocean as they stood in front of the justice of the peace, in full view of the people gathered there to witness the occasion.
The justice of the peace cleared his throat, looking down on the bride who was beautifully dressed in her white satin gown. "Do you, Willow Rosenberg take Buffy to be your wife. Will you love her, honor her and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?"
Willow looked over at Buffy, a look of hesitation filling her bright green eyes and for a moment the audience thought that she was going to say no. But then, her hesitant voice lifted above the crowd, saying quite loudly. "I do."
The group breathed a sigh of relief, then turned their attention back to the Justice of the peace. "Do you Buffy Summers take Willow as your wife? Will you love her, honor her and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?"
The Slayer peered at him for a long moment, as if she was trying to comprehend what he had just said. Then a light of understanding lit her grayish blue eyes and she grunted. "Ugh." She nodded, beating herself on the chest aggressively. "Huh." She grunted, before she swung around and picked up her bride, throwing her over her left shoulder.
"Uh Buffy...Buffy put me down...Buffy!" Willow cried, as the Slayer who had once again been turned into her prehistoric self by some faulty beer, started carrying her away. She beat on the misshapen back, but it did her little good as they got farther and farther away from the now gaping crowd.
Cave-Buffy took her to a nearby cave, where she removed the white wedding dress and stood gaping down at her revealed curves. An inscrutable smile lit up the Slayer's face before she leaned down and kissed her life mate on the lips, grunting in satisfaction at how sweet they tasted.
"Ugh...Wil-low good." She proclaimed, as she slipped a curious hand down over the soft skin. She caressed every inch, watching the green eyes below her in curiosity as her life mate writhed beneath her.
Slipping strangely gentle fingers between her mate's legs, she tested the sensitive area bemused to find it soaking wet. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she inhaled the intoxicating scent, then stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking on the digits as the sweet taste filled her mouth. "Ugh. Wil-low good." The Slayer repeated her earlier statement, after she had cleaned her fingers off, and then added a new statement to her repertoire. "Wil-low foam-y."
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Buffy woke from the dream, feeling slightly off kilter at the strangeness of it, to find that she had passed out on the couch after indulging in way too many pizza slices and seeing way too many porno flicks. The images on the screen had no doubt influenced her strange if racy and provocative dreams, and she wondered if all bachelors woke up like this on the day of their wedding.
Probably, she reflected, although they were probably a lot more hungover than she was, considering she had declined the beer last night for the sake of her vow to Willow to share all of the pregnancy's little inconveniences with her.
She looked around Giles living room, unsurprised to see that it was a certified mess. Pizza boxes and other snack packages covered the coffee table, video boxes were strewn all over the living room floor, along with Dingoes ate my baby, who were sleeping in various poses on the living room carpet. Xander slept in an armchair, his head turned in an awkward position, and Buffy knew he'd have one heck of a neck ache when he woke up. Their snores reverberated through the living room, and Buffy wondered how she had managed to sleep through all that racket. She knew the men would most likely have hangovers when they awoke, they had drank considerable amount of alcohol, if she had to wager a guess she'd bet that they had each managed to drink a six pack or more per person.
She stared at the mess in a fog, not quite awake enough to start moving and cleaning up the place before Giles woke up, when it suddenly occurred to her that it was her wedding day. A feeling of unbelievable joy, mixed in with a sudden case of nerves, washed through her body, and a humoungous smile lit up her face.
Feeling her inner imp start to jump up and down in her head, she felt a sudden urge coming down upon her. She knew the boys would probably glare at her for this, but she was unable to hold back the giant wave of glee any longer. Taking a giant gulp of air, she held her breath then let it out in one sharp, loud blast. "WAKE UP EVERYBODY! IT'S MY WEDDING DAY!"
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