Because number one I'm good with you
And the way you look at me is number two

Buffy met Angel for a big breakfast at a little cafe around the block from Buffy's apartment, then they spent the rest of the day in Angel's hotel room. Doing nothing except talking, making love, and running up a high room service bill. After dark, they finally decided to emerge from the bedroom and entered the city. They strolled arm in arm through the bright lights and camera-toting tourists of Sin City, wrapped up in their own little world. As they wandered the streets aimlessly, Angel's eyes caught on one building and huge tacky sign: The Little White Wedding Chapel. He vaguely heard Buffy talking about some demon that she had fought a few weeks back but his mind was completely focused and his heart was surging with his decision.

"Marry me," he blurted out.

"What?" she asked, stopping midsentence, looking completely shocked.

"Marry me. Right now. Let's go in the chapel and get married." Buffy studied her lover's face.

"You're not kidding are you?" she said, unbelieving what was happening.

"No I'm not," he faced her, taking her hands in his. "I love you Buffy. You've always been the one. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And maybe it's because suddenly that means only decades instead of centuries, but I want to start right away. I want you to be my wife."

"Oh, Angel," Buffy sighed, glancing at the little chapel then back at her boyfriend. A little smile shone in her eyes. "You realize this is completely crazy, right?"

"Yes, I do. Are you saying yes?" His eyes bore into hers, searching for an answer which she immediately gave.

"Yes, I'm saying yes." They stared at each other for a split second in utter shock, but then Angel quickly bent his head down, capturing Buffy's lips in a soul-searing kiss. He lifted her up, spun her around, and then placed her back on the sidewalk.

"I can't believe this."

"I love you," she told him. They went into the chapel and talked to the wedding director. The chapel provided a simple white dress for Buffy and a tux for Angel and soon they were standing in front of the altar hand in hand.

"Do you, Buffy, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Do you, Angel, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Angel's hands slipped to Buffy's waist pulling her close to him before sealing their lips together. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into his kiss.

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It's encompassing 'cause it's all around me dangling like you above me.

"I wonder how everyone will react," Buffy said, nestling her well sated body against her new husband's side. "Xander and Giles will probably think we're insane. I kinda think we're insane. I still don't believe we did this. Willow and Dawn are going to freak. Oh no, Dawn's going to be so upset."

"Why is that?" he murmured, running his fingertips lightly over her bare hip.

"Um, duh. We got married and she wasn't there." Angel propped himself up on his elbow.

"You know what we could do?"

"What?"

"We could have another wedding. A big fancy one with all of our friends there. You can wear a beautiful white gown and pick out bridesmaid dresses and floral arrangements. And we can have a huge reception with a band and you can throw the bouquet. If that's what you want, I'll make it happen. I'll do anything for you."

"Angel, I don't need a big fancy wedding. I have you. That's all I need for the rest of my life." Angel echoed his wife, lightly caressing her cheek.

"The rest of our lives."

The End! What did you think?