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  Giles paced at the front of the chapel. Xander, himself a little antsy, watched him. "You know she's here, would you relax?"

 Giles glared at him. "Do you have the ring?"

 Xander thought about pretending to not be able to find it, but thought better of it with the look in Giles' eyes. Xander reached into the breast pocket of the tux and pulled out the ring. He put it back, after he showed it to him. "You can't be afraid that Buffy's going to stand you up, so what is it?"

 Giles stopped pacing and looked at Xander. "Her Father hasn't arrived yet. She'll be so hurt ..." He didn't need to say any more.

 Xander nodded. "He called. I told you that. There was an accident, but he's on his way."

 "I know." Giles conceded. "I just want everything to be perfect for her."

 Xander looked at Giles and grinned. "You're here, that's all Buffy needs." Giles looked at Xander startled. "You're here, she's here. What more do you need?"

 Giles put a hand on the young man's shoulder. "We need our family around us." He said gently. Xander ducked his head.



   Joyce watched as Buffy, Willow and Anya giggled over something, and smiled to herself. This is what she'd always wanted for Buffy, she thought as Willow adjusted the veil on Buffy's head. Her daughter was getting married to a good man. That the man was than twenty-five years Buffy's senior didn't bother her as much as it might have. Given the circumstances of her daughter's life she supposed it was even understandable. Buffy needed her Giles in a way that Joyce would never understand completely, but she knew that with Rupert Giles Buffy would be happy. Given the three pairs of torn panties that she had seen in her daughter's trash can, very happy. Joyce blushed as she remembered her first reaction, that she'd guessed it hadn't been the candy.  She looked once again to her daughter, Buffy was looking at her image in the mirror with a serene gaze that Joyce had never seen on Buffy before. What was she thinking?

 Buffy looked in the mirror, her reflection stared back at her contentedly. She thought about Giles as he waited outside. He'd already been nervous when they'd said goodnight the night before. She smiled, he wasn't nervous for himself, but for her. He didn't care where they got married, who was there or what they wore, but she did and he wanted it to be everything she dreamed of as a little girl. What she couldn't get through to him was that, yes, this was all wonderful, but she needed only him. Except for her family, the rest didn't matter. She met her Mother's eyes in the mirror and smiled.



   Hank rushed into the chapel a little mussed, but none the worse for where. There were a few people seated in the pews. He saw Rupert and Xander coming towards him. "Sorry." He said as soon as they reached him.

 "Xander said that there had been an accident." Giles said as he looked him over. "You weren't involved, I hope."

 "No." Hank said. "It stopped traffic for about an hour and a half though." He looked around the chapel again. "Not a lot of people here."

 Something at the front of the chapel had caught Giles' attention. "Everyone that matters is here now." He looked back to Hank. "Buffy's waiting for you."

 "I'll show you Mr. Summers." Xander said and led the way to the small ante room that Buffy was getting ready in. He knocked on the door and opened it just a crack. "Buff, your Dad's here." He said without looking.

 Joyce opened the door and Xander's and Hank's eyes widened. She grinned as they looked at her daughter.

 "Wow." Xander said reverently and then swallowed with difficulty. His gaze strayed to the other occupants of the room, even Buffy's Mom. "Wow." He said again.

 Joyce laughed. "Thank you, Xander." She looked at her ex-husband, who stared at their daughter. "Doesn't she look beautiful?"

 "Always that." Hank said. He saw Buffy blush and smiled.

 "I'm not sure it would be fair to let these four out of this room." Xander commented. "I think I should go warn Giles."

 "Don't you dare." Buffy said mildly.

 "You don't want him to have a heart attack." Xander said.

 Buffy grinned mischievously. "His heart can take it."

 Xander rolled his eyes. He saw Mrs. Summers fuss over Mr. Summers for a minute. She straightened his tie and his hair. She flushed and stepped back quickly when she realized what she was doing, but Hank smiled at her. Xander raised his brows and then shook his head. He held out his arm to Mrs. Summers. "Ready?"

 Joyce gave Buffy a kiss on the cheek and took Xander's arm. He heard her sigh as they left the ante room.



   When the Wedding March began, Xander was torn. He wanted to see Giles' face, but he wanted to support the man should he need it. Anya came down the aisle first, followed by Willow. Then the music swelled and it was Buffy's turn.

 Giles could have sworn that he felt his heart stop when Buffy first came into view. He knew his breathing stopped, he heard Xander quietly tell him to breathe. She looked absolutely breathtaking, literally. Like moonlight on water. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. As she had done since he met her, she captivated him.

 Buffy's eyes took in her groom. A tux, Giles in a tux was a sight to behold. She had noticed that at the Prom. The look of love in his eyes only added to his attractiveness and that look was for her. She smiled at him and when he returned it, she could have sworn that she felt her heart melt.  Hank handed her over to the man waiting at the end of the aisle and his doubts faded as he saw the look the couple exchanged.

 The Ceremony was simple and quiet and short. At one point though Giles saw his love's eyes widen. When he casually followed her gaze, he saw Angel standing in the shadows. He was almost afraid that the vampire had shown to cause trouble, but then saw him smile sadly and move farther into the shadows.

 "You may now kiss the bride."

 Giles looked at Buffy's upturned face. She let a small smile play about her lips and her eyes shone like stars. He gently cupped her face in his hands and bent down. The kiss was gentle and filled with promise.  Buffy knew that Giles was holding back, she rested her hands against his chest, she let one finger gentle scratch against him, She felt him jerk and grinned against his mouth.

 Giles ended the kissed and placed his mouth against her ear. "You'll pay for that Luv." He whispered. He heard Buffy's own whisper of "Promise?" before he pulled away. The smoldering look he gave her was all the answer she needed.  They did pictures and the well wishes and made their way outside to a blizzard of bubbles and birdseed. Buffy was just turning to kiss her new husband when she saw a familiar figure across the street. To everyone's surprise, she turned her back on the crowd and threw the bouquet. If anyone was surprised that it went flying over the crowd, they never said.  Everyone turned to see where the bouquet had gone and saw Oz across the street with the bouquet in his hands. Oz looked at Buffy with an almost smile. "Nice throw."

 Buffy smiled at him. "Nice catch. You do know tradition, right?"

 "Oz?" Giles said.

 Oz looked at Giles. "You didn't think I'd miss this, did you?" Oz asked the other man. Oz finally turned to Willow. She stared at him, her face ashen and he tossed the bouquet to her. She caught it on reflex.

 "O-Oz?" Willow said in an unsteady voice.

 "Receptions at Mom's." Buffy said. "Be there."

 Hank leaned over to Joyce. "What's going on?" He asked in a whisper.

 "Willow and Oz." Joyce whispered back. "They love each other very much, but Oz had to work a few things out. The poor girl's been miserable."



   The reception at Joyce's was in full swing when Willow and Oz showed up. One look at Willow's glowing face and no one needed to ask how things went, not even Hank.

 Buffy and Giles exchanged smiles and quietly left the party.



   Giles opened his front door and picked Buffy up into his arms and carried her inside. Once inside, he didn't set her down though, he closed the door with his foot and carried her upstairs. In the bedroom loft, he gently set Buffy on her feet. He bent down and kissed her the way he'd wanted to at the chapel. He pulled back breathless. "I love you Mrs. Giles."

 "Have I mentioned how scrumptious you look in a tux?" Buffy asked as she ran her hands over his chest and then pushed his jacket off his shoulders. "Not as scrumptious as you look out of it though." She undid the bow tie and threw it over her shoulder. Her fingers went to work on his buttons, then cuffs and his shirt was gone. When she reached for his pants he stopped her. She looked up at him questioningly.

 Giles put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. He placed a soft kiss on her neck and began to unfasten all the little buttons that held her dress together. He placed kisses on her back after each button. When he was on his knees and had reached the small of her back, Buffy let the dress fall to the floor.

 Buffy stepped out of the dress that pooled at her feet, set it carefully on the chair and turned to face Giles in only her panties, thigh highs and heels. She saw him kick off his shoes.

 Giles' breath caught. He rose, unsteadily, to his feet as she made her way back to him. Buffy ran her hands over his bare chest, lightly raking her nails through his chest hair. Then, again, they went to the fastener of his slacks. He didn't try to stop her this time, as she unfastened them. She ran her knuckles gently over the bulge beneath his zipper and his hips jerked. She pulled his face down for a kiss as she unzipped his trousers. They fell to his ankles and, never breaking the kiss, he stepped out of them. Their tongues mated languidly, his hands cupped her bottom and hers, she cupped his erection through the black silk boxers and her other hand slid under the waistband to his butt.  Giles moved in her hand as it slid up and down his length.

 With a growl, his hands went to the seams of her panties and he tore them off. He backed her to the bed until she fell back on it. He moved to join her, but she stopped him.  Buffy stared at the black silk covered groin. She reached out and slid them down over his hips. Giles kicked them off along with his socks. She reached out and ran one finger-nail down his length and back up the underside.  Giles shuddered. "Are you trying to kill me?" He dropped to his knees again and kissed her tenderly. His hands gently massaged her breasts before they slid to her thighs. He kissed his way down her throat to her left breast. She arched into his mouth and he gently bit the nipple. His hands gently moved her legs apart and he pressed between them.

 Giles moved his hands to her bottom and pulled her to the edge of the bed, she wrapped her legs around his chest and pulled him even closer to her hot center. He could feel the heels of her shoes dig into his back. He took her hands in his and laid her back. Her legs slid down to his hips as he rose off his knees, just high enough, to press himself into her and they both gasped. Buried inside her, using only his hips, he pushed her farther onto the bed.

 "Giles." Buffy whimpered and saw that Giles was biting his lip to keep from shouting out. With his knees on the bed, he pulled nearly all the way out only to push her again using his hips. This time he groaned. With her hands gripped in his as they rested on either side of her face, Buffy tightened her legs around him and arched her own hips off the bed. Giles bent down and took her mouth in an almost savage kiss as he began to push in and out of her in long, hard strokes. Everytime he thrust, his chest hair gently rubbed against her sensitized breasts.  Buffy tried to free her hands, but Giles wouldn't release his tight grip on them. Buffy lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, harder and faster, until she screamed. "Giles!"

 At the feel of her inner muscles clutching around him, Giles let go, he pounded into her. Once, twice and he cried out. "Oh God!" One more hard thrust and his seed spilled into her.

 They were both panting, when Giles collapsed on top of her. He finally released her hands and she held him to her. Her legs, though lax, were still around him.

 When they caught their breath, they snuggled under the covers. Buffy's head rested on his chest, his arms held her close as she drew patterns in his chest hair with a finger nail. He could feel her breath against his chest and her thigh against his groin. He couldn't believe that she was already beginning to effect him again.

 "Giles?" Buffy said softly.

 "Yes, Luv." Giles responded.

 "I'm pregnant."