Summary: Spike, jaded best selling novelist, fresh from rehab, has
writer's block and carries a guilty secret. He searches for redemption
at a lonely beach cottage where he meets Buffy, owner of the cottage
reeling from a devastating personal trauma. Can they each mend the
other or is it too late for both?
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are
owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not
meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
Author's Notes: Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Joss Whedon, ME and David Greenwalt do. I own nothing but the plot. Thanks to my beta EnigmaticBlues for the handholding during a story which is very different than I usually pen.
Rating: R
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Epilogue
Two months later
Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know.
A pretty man came to me.
Never seen eyes so blue.
Come on home girl, he said with a smile
I cast my spell of love on you.
-Heart
-Magic Man
(Reprise)
Robin shifted and shot another picture of the blond couple standing close together as they exchanged their wedding vows.
He smiled and clicked the shutter again. He especially loved his job
when he got the chance to capture on film something as romantic as this
beach ceremony.
Every picture he shot displayed the deep love obviously shared between the two.
The bride had been gently escorted by the groom's longtime friend, a
very distinguished older gentleman. He made a mental note to remind his
new partner Fred to correctly spell his name.
The bride's sister was maid of honor, and her two best friends were
attendants. Robin considered it an exceptional treat to photograph such
breathtaking women.
Everyone in the wedding party is just so damn pretty; these
pictures will be amazing, even sexy, with everyone barefoot and the
women in those filmy skirts and halter tops.
Robin appreciated the male aesthetic, too. All the men look incredibly hot, too. Especially Spike, wearing that tux and barefooted.
He frowned. We need to lose the dog for at least a couple more shots. Oh well, I can always crop him.
It was a lucky bonus for the magazine when the handsome best man,
having just arrived the previous night from France, turned out to be
another well known novelist.
Robin finished loading the final roll of film. He shot the couple one
last time, using the fading pink tinged sky as the backdrop. The
ceremony ended just as the darkened, sapphire ocean completely
swallowed the last of the evening sunlight.
The groom held his bride in his arms and kissed her deeply.
The few guests at the intimate, informal wedding were invited to a
buffet in a large white tent that had been erected for the occasion.
Slowly, walking in twos and threes, they strolled toward the tent. The
clink of glass and the beginning strains of a string quartet could be
heard.
Down at the water's edge, as evening faded into night, the bride and groom-now husband and wife- continued to kiss.
The End
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