Title: B & B Weekend 15-16
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.



When Buffy and Giles walked into the dining room, Chip brought out their plates, tea for Giles, and a glass of milk for Buffy. She stared at it in confusion.

"Where's my coffee?"

"Oh, you don't want that today. It's not good for you right now."

Then Chip disappeared into the kitchen.

"I really wish I knew what his deal is. He gives me the major wiggins, but he doesn't register on the demon meter."

"He does seem to know far too much with far too little reason. Still, he is right. You should avoid caffeine if you're going to have a baby."

"Bossy." she teased.

"You know I'm right."

"Yeah, but do you always have to be?"

"It's my job, luv." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. Buffy wouldn't let him go until they'd shared a second, slower one.

"Okay, break it up, you two. God, do you guys ever stop?"

"Good morning to you, too, Cordelia. Thanks for letting us borrow the phone last night. Can I make one more call to Willow before I give it back?"

"What have you got against my budget?"

"It's just...we kinda need to know how fast we can get married. And Will's net girl, so we figured we should ask her to look that up."

"Is that all? Look, come to our room after breakfast and I'll look it up. I've got my laptop with me. And why the rush?"

Buffy and Giles both blushed furiously.

"We've simply decided not to wait any longer than we need to." Giles said in a repressed tone.

"In other words, you got careless last night, didn't you?"

"Not careless, exactly." Buffy replied sheepishly.

"Huh. The PTB must really want you two together. Go figure."

"So where's Wes?" Buffy felt the need to move the topic to safer ground.

"He had...a little accident in the shower this morning."

"What sort of accident? Is he all right?"

"He'll be fine. He just didn't want to come out here with a big bruise on his jaw."

Before Buffy could ask anything more about Wesley's injury, they were joined by Hank and Crystal. Hank glared at Giles as he seated himself. Giles returned the man's gaze steadily, refusing to be made uncomfortable. He only turned his head when he felt Buffy's small hand on his arm. He smiled at his love as she quirked an eyebrow at him. His nod was barely discernible.

Buffy quietly rested her chin on her left hand and looked her father straight in the eye. Hank looked at her, puzzled, but Crystal saw the ring immediately.

"Oh my God! You guys are getting married? When? Where?"

"Married?" Hank roared. "What the hell do you think you're doing Buffy? I absolutely forbid this!"

"Forbid, Daddy? I don't think it's your decision to make."

"Now you listen here, young lady..."

"Hank, shut up!"

Everyone in the room turned to stare at Crystal. She looked pale and nervous and was shaking violently, but she stood her ground.

"It's not up to you, Hank. Buffy's grown up. And if you could just get over yourself for five minutes, you'd see that she's in love. Really and truly in love. Maybe then you could pay attention to me instead."

"Don't be ridiculous, Honey..."

"Actually, she's making the most sense of anybody" Cordelia butted in. "You're being all outraged father and Buffy and Giles are teasing you, which is really, really rude, but she's...what's your name? I don't believe we've met."

"Crystal Summers."

"Crystal's just telling it like it oh my God! Summers? Buffy, you never said you had a sister."

"That's because I don't. This is my brand spanking new stepmom. The one who's younger than I am."

Cordelia looked at Hank like he was a piece of mold.

"Okay, that's really it. I've had it with you. Let me explain this so even you can understand. Buffy and Giles are like peanut butter and jelly; you can't have one without the other. They've finally figured it out, with a little help from the PTB, and besides there's the whole possibility that they had a little whoops last night which, to be fair, can happen to the most careful of us."

"Yeah, Daddy, you'd know all about that one, wouldn't you. Sorry Crystal."

"Buffy, luv, that wasn't very nice."

"I said I was sorry."

"So, anyway, as I was saying, there's nothing you can do, and if you try, you have more nerve than I do which is saying a whole lot. So don't fight it. Just understand that you're gonna have this really, really old son-in-law and get over it."

"Thank you for that description, Cordelia."

"No prob, Giles. So what's next? Is your Mom suddenly gonna get all frisky with Xander or something?"

Buffy shuddered. "I hope not, but there's no telling in Sunnydale."

"I think Anya would object rather strenuously to that, at any rate." Giles reminded her.

"Yeah, but you know how things happen there. I mean, there was that chocolate thing."

"I thought you said you understood about that."

"Yeah, I do. Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you forget it anytime soon."

In the meantime, Hank's mind was processing the previous conversation.

"You had a 'whoops'? Buffy, are you...?"

The Slayer sighed. She didn't want to deal with this, but there was no escape.

"We don't know, Daddy. There were...technical difficulties last night. Anyway, we'd already decided to get married, so this is just speeding things up a little bit. Okay, a lot bit. But he'd already asked, and I'd already said yes, so it's not like we're getting married because he knocked me up. Sorry, Crystal."

"Don't apologize. It's why he married me."

"You mean?" Cordelia turned to Hank again. "You really are some piece of work aren't you? Buffy, I'm sorry for almost every mean thing I've ever said to you. With this guy as an example, it's a wonder you turned out with any class whatsoever. And what is with your mom's taste in men, anyway? First Captain Caveman over here, then Ted the psycho. I think she could use a good therapist."

"Look, I'm really glad you're all trying to help here, guys, but I think there are three too many people in this conversation. Daddy, we need to talk. Let's go to the rose garden."

"Buffy, are you sure?"

"Yeah, Rupert, I'm sure. Daddy and I are way overdue for a talk."

"But I haven't had my breakfast yet."

Buffy sighed. "Fine, Daddy, we'll wait until you've eaten. Meet me in the rose garden in an hour. No excuses. Cordy, are you ready to be net girl?"

"Sure, as long as you understand that you're not the boss of me. Angel pays my pitiful wages, not you." Despite her words, Cordelia was smiling in a friendly manner.

*****

An hour later, Buffy was pacing the rose garden waiting for her father to show up. It occurred to her that she had spent far too much of her life in similar situations. Hank Summers was a ruthless businessman who was on time for every meeting, but as a father he assumed that Buffy would do as she was told and not bother him in between pronouncements. A meeting with his daughter was a small thing in his world.

Buffy threw herself onto the stone bench with a heartfelt sigh. She wished she had something, anything to keep herself busy while she waited. She, Giles and Cordelia had already found the information they needed and now Giles was calling their friends to let them know the plans had been shifted. She would call her mother as soon as she got done talking to her father. It wasn't a phone call Giles would be likely to survive.

Fifteen minutes later, Hank ambled into the garden. His daughter burned with resentment, but swallowed it down at his approach. Anger wouldn't solve anything in this situation. Buffy wished it would; it would feel so satisfying to just punch Hank's lights out.

"Sorry I'm late, Buffy. Crystal wasn't feeling very well."

"Yeah. I hear that happens with pregnant women. Will Crystal tell me the same thing when I see her?"

The air seemed to go out of the man. "No. She's fine this morning."

"See, Daddy, it's not so hard being honest once you get started. So why the Godot act?"

"I really wasn't looking forward to being yelled at again."

Buffy shook her head. "No, not just now. The last four years, Daddy. I keep waiting and waiting and you never show. You don't even send your own excuses. I know your secretary's handwriting better than yours. Why is that? Is it something I said? Something I did? Something about Mom? What gives?"

Hank sat and stared into the distance as he gathered his thoughts. He wasn't used to talking about his feelings or exploring the reasons for his actions.

"I honestly don't know," he finally replied. "I think I wanted to punish your mother. And you weren't turning out to be exactly what I had in mind when you were born. Burning down school buildings isn't something for a parent to be proud of, y'know. But I never stopped loving you, Buffy. You have to believe that."

"Okay, so I haven't been the poster child for easy parenting, but it never says easy in the brochure. Kids turn out to be who they are. I can't change who I am."

"I know that."

"No, Daddy, I don't think you do. And ignoring children is not a good way to make them behave."

Hank stared down at his clasped hands miserably. "I didn't know what else to do. And then I'd done it so long I didn't know how to change it. I want to change it."

"Do you? You're saying the words, but I don't see a whole lot of action. Look how you treat Crystal. If that's how you treated Mom, then you deserved to lose her."

"I treat Crystal very well. I've given her all sorts of great stuff."

"Yeah, stuff. But what she wants is you. All I've seen you do is order her around and ignore whatever she thinks and says. She's not dumb. Pay attention. She's starting to. If you don't get things back on track you'll be down two wives and two kids."

"Have you been talking to my wife? Is that why she's been acting so weird?"

"I just gave her some friendly advice. Face it, Daddy, you wouldn't really want a rabbit anyway. She needs to grow up and you need to see it."

"When the hell did you grow up?"

"When you weren't looking."

"Ouch! I guess I deserve that."

"Yup."

They sat in uncertain silence for a moment.

"So, Buffy, when is this wedding?"

"Tomorrow. Turns out all we have to do is go down and get the license and find an available person to do the deed."

"Do you have someone lined up?"

"We don't know anyone here, but we figure they've probably got someone on tap at the County Clerk's."

"Would you be willing to accept a favor from your old man?"

"What's that?"

"I know a judge in this county who owes me a few favors. I could give her a call and ask her to perform the ceremony. Save you looking for someone."

"Okay, Daddy. It's a start."

"Would you...would you like me to give you away?"

Buffy's eyes gentled as she laid a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't."

Hank was surprised at the hard ball of disappointment that formed in his stomach, but he nodded, understanding.

"I guess I have a lot to make up for."

"I really don't know if you can, but if you're willing to try, I guess I am too."

They looked at one another for a moment, unsure of the next move. Finally, Hank held out his arms, and Buffy leaned into him for a brief, awkward hug.

"So, are you and Crystal gonna stick around for the wedding?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

*****

Giles pulled Buffy to him for a warm, loving hug. "How did it go with your father?"

"I told him off and he said he can get us a judge to perform the wedding. Not of the expected How'd the phone calls go?"

"Willow seems quite panicked and Xander kept saying he was ready to wake up now. When I asked him to be my best man, he screamed and said he must be awake because he'd pinched himself and yet nothing had changed. It's nice to know our friends are so supportive of this."

"You asked Xander to be best man?"

"Well he and Willow have stood by us through so many dangers it seemed only right that they should stand with us in this."

"You want to rephrase that, word guy?"

"Oh dear. That did come out a bit muddled, didn't it?"

PART 16

"So what do we have left to do for the wedding?"

"Let's see, while you were talking to your father, Cordelia and I arranged with Chip to use the garden tomorrow, I called Willow and Xander, Willow is packing some things for you. I asked her to pick a dress for you; was that all right?"

"Sure. She'll figure something out. Anyway, it's more important who I'm marrying than what I wear."

"Yes, well, Cordelia is out now looking for a florist. We can't get the license until tomorrow and your father is getting us an officient. I don't suppose there's much left to do, other than warn your mother."

"What about food?"

"Chip assures us that his wife will be able to provide a magnificent feast and a wedding cake the like of which we've never seen."

"Rings?"

Giles pulled a small jewelry box out of his pocket. "My grandparents' rings."

"Then I think there's only one thing left to do, Mr. Giles."

"And what might that be, Miss Summers?"

"Undress rehearsal for the wedding night."

"Loathe as I am to ask this, what about your mother?"

"She can wait half an hour. Or maybe a whole one."

She leaned up to kiss him thoroughly, slipping her tongue between his lips to explore his mouth. Without hesitation, he returned the caress. Buffy's hands cupped Giles' butt as she ground herself into him. With a strangled groan he lifted his lover off the floor and carried her to the bed.

Dropping Buffy unceremoniously, Giles stood back and began to divest himself of his clothing. After a moment to admire her lover as he bared himself to her, Buffy started to strip as well.

When Giles was naked, he crawled onto the bed in a predatory manner, grinning from ear to ear. Buffy couldn't help giggling as he approached her, growling low in his throat like an oversized cat.

"So can you purr, too?"

"Try me and find out" he nuzzled into her ear.

"Is that a challenge?"

"One you're up to, I'm sure."

Buffy glanced between Giles' legs. "I think you're the one who's up around here."

Giles growled in her ear and tussled her playfully onto her back, draping himself over her. Both were laughing in between kisses. Buffy's laughter turned to pleasurable gasps as Giles kissed his way down to take one hard nipple into his mouth and began to suckle hungrily at it.

The girl whimpered in delight as her lover trailed his fingers down her body bringing one hand between her legs. He gently stroked her wet warmth, circling his thumb around the tiny, sensitive nub of her clit as she rocked against him. After a moment of this exquisite torture, Giles slipped a finger inside Buffy, then a second. All the while, his lips and tongue danced across her nipples, one after the other.

Again and again Buffy cried out as Giles teased and licked and fingered her. Time and her body was wracked with orgasm until she had to beg him to stop.

Giles immediately moved to hold his lady, stroking her hair, kissing her gently until she calmed.

"You look smug," she finally told him.

"And you look utterly sated. I think a bit of smugness is in order."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I've no doubt that you'll think of a way to take care of me."

"Sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Too bloody right, luv!"

With that, Buffy flipped him on his back and kissed him deeply. Her deft fingers began to explore Giles' chest as she moved her lips to his throat. He gasped as her fingers lightly pinched his tightened nipples before one hand moved in a southerly direction.

Giles gave a heartfelt groan as he felt a small hand encircle his cock. Buffy giggled when he twitched in her hand. She stroked him, feather light at first, until his hand wrapped around hers to show her the pressure and speed he wanted. By now she had moved down his body and was cupping his balls in her other hand, all the while dropping kisses across his belly and thighs. When Giles felt soft lips against the head of his penis, he gave a small yelp of delighted surprise. Encouraged, Buffy opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could.

"Oh, God, yes Buffy!" He breathed as the blonde head bobbed over his straining manhood. He wove his fingers through her tresses and bit his lip as he tried not to lose control. She drove him wild as her tongue swirled over his cockhead, dipping lightly into the slit, her hand still pumping his shaft. When her other hand left his scrotum and began to explore between his ass cheeks, Giles thrust wildly. When her fingers brushed against his anus, he came in a furious gush.

Buffy sucked every drop into her mouth before moving back up Giles' body to kiss him deeply. He returned the kiss passionately, clearly enjoying the taste of himself on her tongue. Buffy giggled when she felt, as well as heard, the vibrations deep in Giles' throat.

"Made you purr."

"I knew you could." He met her eyes seriously. "Was that...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...let go like that. Are you all right?"

"I'm great. Okay, so swallowing was a new experience. Actually, giving head was a new experience..."

"You mean you never...?"

She shook her head. "You mean you couldn't tell I was a little new to it?"

"You're a bloody prodigy, luv."

*****

"It's working, Betty! Almost done now."

"I'm surprised after what you did last night."

"Oh, don't get in a huff. It worked. They needed the nudge."

"And the other two?"

"That's gonna take a little longer, but I think they'll be just fine."

"At least they're on the path now. Well, I can't stand here yakking all day; I've got a wedding cake to bake!"

*****

"Hold still, Wesley!"

"There really is no need for this, Cordelia. And I'm not in the habit of wearing makeup."

"It's just a little concealer, you big baby. Or do you want everyone to hear that you got that honking bruise when your girlfriend smacked you in your glass jaw?"

"I don't have a glass jaw. We were in the shower and it was slippery."

"And that's why the bruise, but no bump on the head. You must have a way harder skull than Giles. He'd have been all concussed from that."

"Why, Cordelia, I believe that's the first time since we left Sunnydale that you've compared me favorably to Giles." Wesley blinked back a suspicious moisture in his eyes.

"Just don't let it go to your thick skull." Her words were softened by the affection in her voice and the smile in her brown eyes. "Now are you going to hold still and let me do this, or are you gonna be all purple in the photos tomorrow?"

"Why would anyone be taking pictures of me? I shan't be in the wedding party."

"Please! Hello, wedding consultant!"

"What?"

"I'm the wedding consultant. I've done all the organizing so all they have to do is say I do. They have to take pictures of the wedding consultant."

"All right, all right, you may have your way with me."

"Later, okay. I want to get this right first."

*****

Joyce was working on selling an obscenely expensive piece of art when the gallery phone rang. She waved one of her assistants to answer it. Then the assistant was at her side.

"Joyce, I think you'd better take this call."

"Take a message for me, Ann." She needed just a few more minutes to close the deal.

"I think you'd better take it."

Joyce smiled and excused herself from the couple she was working with.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Ann? We've been trying to move that piece for more than a year and I've got a buyer on the hook."

"It's your daughter on the phone."

"She can leave a message. If I sell this piece today, she can have anything she wants."

Joyce returned to her customers with a broad smile. Ann took a message.

*****

"Okay, I'm used to getting the brush off from Daddy, but this was just strange." Buffy looked as puzzled as she sounded.

"She didn't speak to you?"

"Not as such. Had Ann say she'd call me back."

"Perhaps she was busy. At any rate, we've a reprieve of at least a few minutes. Why don't you lie back down and let me tell you how much I love you?"

"Well. when you put it like that..."

*****

Hank Summers sat slumped on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, his hands fidgeting with one another. He couldn't figure out where he had made such a wrong turn in his carefully organized life. All he knew was that he'd completely blown it with Buffy.

Crystal came out of the bathroom and read the defeat in her husband's posture. Unfortunately, she didn't know what to do about it. Seeing Hank like this scared her. He was supposed to know what to do all the time. He was supposed to explain things to her and tell her how to act and what to say. She didn't know how to do that for him.

All she could think to do was sit beside him and lay her head on his shoulder. For a moment, he ignored it. The he slowly untangled his fingers and wrapped an arm around his wife.

"I blew it." Crystal had never heard Hank sound so vulnerable. "I blew it, Crystal. I lost my daughter."

"She loves you, Hank. She told me so."

"But she doesn't trust me. And why should she?"

"You're her father."

"Not much of one." He was silent for a while. Since Crystal didn't know what to say, so was she.

"She won't let me give her away."

"Huh?"

"I can't give my daughter to the man she's marrying. How did it get this bad?"

"Hank, you weren't there. That's how."

"Well, that changes now."

Hank grabbed his cell phone and called the judge.

*****

Joyce watched in satisfaction as the couple left the gallery. Not only had they bought the piece she'd been trying to sell them on, but they bought two other expensive and unpleasant-looking pieces as well. Score! Now to see what Ann needed.

"So did Buffy leave a message?"

Ann handed over the slip of paper to her boss nervously. Joyce read it with an unreadable face.

"Ann, I'm taking tomorrow off. I have a wedding to go to. And a son- in-law to kill."

*****

Willow rummaged yet again through Buffy's closet. "Doesn't she own a white dress at all? I'm not even seeing ivory in here. And Giles is all: 'find her something to wear.' like it's so easy to pick somebody's wedding dress for them. And I don't even know what I'm gonna wear."

"We'll find something. For both of you." Tara told her gently. "It'll be okay."

Willow flopped on the dormroom bed, discouraged. "I can't believe they didn't tell me."

"But they did, in the long run. And Buffy did ask you to be her bridesmaid."

"Yeah, about two seconds before the wedding."

"How long did it take you to tell Buffy about us?"

"That was different. I was scared they wouldn't understand."

"I know, and it's okay, but it's not really all that different, is it?"

"You think they thought we wouldn't be happy for them?"

"Maybe. I mean, there's a big age difference, and that upsets a lot of people. Plus Mr. Giles has always been kind of the Scooby Dad. You all look to him for advice and stuff. Are you ready to see Buffy as the Scooby Mom?"

"Not really. Buffy and Momness don't seem all that mixey to me. Don't get me wrong, I love Buffy, but she can get sorta...distracted and then she doesn't take care of people very well. Tara, you don't think this is because...?"

"I think they'll tell us why tomorrow when you show up with the perfect dress in your hands. And I don't think you'll find it here. Look, why don't you pack a few things so Buffy has something to wear at Mr. Giles' until they can move all her stuff in. Then we'll go where I think we can find the perfect Buffy wedding dress."

Willow kissed her girlfriend. "What would I do without you>"

"You'll never have to find out."

*****

"And you have to give the bachelor's party."

"I don't think there's gonna be time for that one, Anya. They're tying ye olde knot tomorrow."

"Oh, and you have to make toast." The former demon was reading out the duties of the best man from a bridal magazine she had insisted on buying. She frowned in confusion. "They eat toast at the wedding? Where do you plug in a toaster in a church? And why eat toast when you eat cake later on? Isn't that an awful lot of bready food?"

Xander sighed. "This isn't the kind of toast you eat. It's like a speech you make before drinking. Sort of a 'happy, happy, yadda, yadda, long life, yadda, yadda' deal."

Anya looked at him. "Oh." She flipped a few pages. They have some ideas written down in here. I think they might be better than that one."

"I'll wing it, okay?"

"How much does it pay?"

"What?"

"Being best man. How much does it pay?"

"It doesn't."

"Well that's not very nice. When I work for Giles at the Magic Box, he gives me money."

"Yeah, Honey, you see, that's a job. This is an honor."

"I think I like jobs better. they pay more."

"Let's just get our stuff together. We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow."


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