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Just Coffee, Really
by Midnight Girl

Walking arm in arm toward the Bronze with her men, Willow peered down at the outfit they chose for her.

"Sick, sick, sick," she giggled. Long black skirt slit nearly to her hip. Form-fitting green velvet shirt with a wide square neckline. Black boots
that made her about three inches taller.

"You look delicious, pet," Spike grinned. The green velvet brought out the striking color of her eyes and hugged her in just the right places.

"Yummy," Angel agreed as the slit in her skirt flashed open and he caught a glimpse of her legs. Now that the effects of the spell had worn off, it was going to be difficult keeping the mortal boys away from her. Good thing there were two of them.

"Thank you," Willow kissed both of their cheeks as they entered the club. "You're very sweet."

They slipped into the crowd unnoticed and claimed one of the large couches in the back. Willow and Angel kept it occupied while Spike bought a round of beers. He came back quickly, the bartender had obviously rushed his service.

"Well, here's to us," Spike said, clinking his bottle against theirs.

"To us," Angel and Willow chorused.

Willow took a sip and blanched.

"Oh.... having a flashback of the night of El Toro," she shuddered. "Beer is probably not a good idea for a while."

"Oh, sweetie," Angel purred. "Let me help the taste."

He claimed her mouth, exploring the warm depths for all the world to see. He enjoyed the knowledge that he didn't have to hide his lover. He could tell the world he loved Willow, just not while Spike was telling the world he loved Willow. Might confuse the world.

"MMMmmm, better," Willow laughed. "But I think I'm going to switch to coffee. For all of our safety, the last thing we need is for me to get
tossed and try to spell again. Goddess know what could happen."

"Probably a good idea," her mates chorused and nodded in unison.

"Why don't you guys go get a pool table?" she asked. "Spike, I know you're just breathless anticipation to beat the pants off Angel."

"Breathless," Spike chuckled, he gave her a quick peck and went to get a table. "Funny."

"Pants off? Interesting idea," Angel wriggled his eyebrows and began brushing kisses at her throat as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Down boy," she laughed. "Go play."

He continued kissing her.

"Angel, I'm just going for coffee, you do realize I'm coming back, don't you?"

He stuck out his bottom lip and shuffled off to Spike's table.

(A brooding vampire, that I can handle, a pouting one? Irresistible.) She giggled to herself as she approached the bar. The place was packed, but not with the typical crowd, apparently the college kids had discovered the Bronze.

Spike and Angel watched her walk to the bar, congratulating themselves on the skirt they picked out for her. It offered such an enticing view.

"Does it ever strike you that we're the luckiest bloodsuckers on earth?" Spike asked.

"Every damned day." Angel grinned.

Paul, the bartender (and distributor of the El Toro) came over to her.

"What can I get for you, Willow?" he asked, his face a mask of worry. She had been so out of control last time. And now it seemed she was dressed to kill and looking for a victim.

"Just a cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles," Willow grinned. "I've learned my lesson, Paul. No more drinking, ever. I mean never. Ever."

Paul laughed with relief. He got her coffee.

"With amaretto, just how you like it," he called over the noise.

"Thanks," she reached for her purse. A hand reached out and stopped her. She looked up. Some cocky frat guy, complete with stupid backward baseball cap and khakis, was smiling down at her.

"I can't let such a pretty lady pay for her own coffee," he grinned, so sure of himself. "It would be an injustice."

"No, really thank you," she said.

"I insist." he said, still smiling.

"I insist more." she said handing Paul her money.

"Look, I think we're getting off on the wrong foot here," he said, grabbing her arm as she tried to walk away. "I'm Jake. I'm a Chi Omega Ro."

"Well, Jake, I'm a Willow," she said. "And you see those two guys over there? The tough-looking blonde and the dark brooding type? Well, I'm with them- both of them. So I suggest in the interest of your testicular health that you take your hands off me before they see you and decide to change your gender."

Jake gaped at her audacity. High school girls loved him! How could she turn him down? She looked back at her "friends," they didn't look so tough.

She picked up her coffee and took a sip as she walked back to the pool table. For Jake's benefit, she nuzzled Spike as he took his shot and gave
Angel a rather naughty kiss.

"Mmmm, Amaretto?" Angel asked.

She nodded.

"Everything tastes better on you," he said, kissing her again.

"You going to play, pet?" Spike asked.

"Nah, I think I'll just watch," she shook her head.

"Come on, Will, we've seen how well you handle a stick," Angel grinned.

"But Angel you've never seen me play pool-" She shot him a withering glance. "Funny."

After a few coffees, Willow had to make a run to the ladies' room. When she came back out, Jake was waiting for her. He wrapped his hand around her mouth and pulled her into a darkened corner.

Angel suddenly dropped his cue. Spike looked up.

"Willow's in trouble," he said.

"You were a little rude to me before," Jake whispered wetly against  her ear. "I thought I'd give you a chance to make it up to me."

He began grinding against her.  She wriggled against him enough to get leeway. She gave him a ridgehand to the crotch. He shrieked and doubled over. Angel and Spike rounded the corner in full vamp mode.

"No!" she told them. "He's." She kneed him in the face. "All." She swept his feet from under him. "Mine!"

Jake dropped to the ground.

"You okay, love?" Spike asked, wrapping his arm around her.

"I think we should be more concerned about this guy," Angel said.

"Well, I'm a little worked up," Willow said, wriggling her hips as she backed out of the little hallway. "Who feels like dancing with me?"

"Our wife kicks ass," Angel said.

"Cool." Spike shrugged.

They followed their gyrating mate out onto the floor. She undulated to the riffs of Santana's "Smooth," much to the surrounding males' enjoyment.  Her mates joined her quickly, letting her dance alternately between them. She grinned wickedly, nipping at their lips and throats, but never letting them kiss her properly.

"I'm starting to like married life," Spike laughed.

Later, as they walked to the car, Spike said he was going out for a bite. Willow pulled him into a demanding kiss.

"Hurry back to us," Willow whispered against his lips.

"No worries, pet," he gave her another her quick peck and opened the car door for her. "See you at home, Angel."


At the front door, Angel swept her into his arms and carried her through the door.

"Angel!" she squealed. "What are you doing!"

"I never got a chance to carry you over the threshold." he grinned.

"Oh," she smiled. His snuggled deeper in his arms.

"Why don't you go upstairs and get into some jammies and I'll get you some hot chocolate, we'll watch the late, late, late movie." he said.

"Ohhh, normal couple stuff," she giggled. She ran upstairs and threw on a white cotton undershirt and pajama pants. She just wasn't comfortable enough yet to try any of the lingerie she had bought. She picked up her brush and started running through her hair. Angel walked in with her cocoa and nearly dropped it.

"What?" she asked, slightly alarmed.

"It's just that," he set her cocoa down. "In two hundred years, I've seen some of the most beautiful women in the world in whispers of silk, slips of satin, and none of them have looked as good as you do in a T-shirt and a pair of men's pajama pants.

"Thank you," she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Oh, no, thank YOU," he laughed as he laid down in the middle of the bed. "Now into bed with you, the movie's about to start."

"What's playing?" she asked, climbing under the covers and settling between his legs. She leaned back and rested her head on his chest.

"Bride of Dracula," he said.

"Funny," she said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Drink your cocoa." he said, turning on the TV.

Angel's mind wandered during the movie. His hands wandered too- along her arms, stroking her neck, her cheeks.  Soon they were making out like a couple of teenagers. The kind of making out that doesn't really lead to anything, just kissing for the joy if it.

"Spike's right you know, it's not just about the sex," he said. "We both love you very much. If I have to spend the rest of my life with anyone, I'm glad it's you."

"And Spike," Willow said.

"Of course, and Spike, I'm glad to have you both," he kissed her nose.

Soon she was dozing comfortably in his arms. Angel was napping lightly, listening for Spike. He felt cool fingers stroking his cheek. His eyes
snapped open.  Spike was lying on the other side of Willow, smiling down at him.

"I didn't hear you come in," Angel said. "What are you doing?"

"Watching the way her chest rises and falls while she's asleep," Spike grinned. "Everyday I think I've found the most adorable thing about her and then she does something else and I fall in love with her all over again."

"Like the way her nose scrunches when she laughs," Angel said, tracing the line of her chin with his finger.

"The way she cuts the crusts of the sandwich before she eats it."  Spike said. "And then she eats them anyway."

"The way she twists her hair around her finger when she reads," Angel said.

"The way she pretends to be asleep so she can hear what her mates have to say about her." Willow said suddenly. Her eyes stayed closed but she was grinning from ear to ear.

"You little sneak!" Spike howled. Angel began tickling her sides mercilessly. Spike grabbed her feet and starting working the piggy toes.
She squealed in protest.

"Please, I'm so ticklish, STOP! AAAAH! You're killing me!!" she cried. Her sides ached from laughing. In self-defense, she grabbed Angel's shoulders and began kissing him fiercely.

"You're not playing fair," he pouted.

She reached for Spike, turning to him. She sat up and let him claim her mouth, she struggled too keep up with his tongue's thrusts. She laid back, watching her lovers watch and wait for her next move. She reached up and gently pushed them towards each other. Angel tentatively brushed his lips across his childe's. When Spike didn't draw away, Angel gently pushed his tongue through his lips. Spike cupped Angel's face, drawing his tongue in to dance with his own.

After a few moments, Willow leaned up letting her tongue curl around theirs. They jumped, a little startled. Spike grinned and pushed her to the pillow, raining kisses over her face. Angel curled against her back and took her earlobe between his lips.

"Ahhh, undead domestic bliss," Spike grinned.


"Wakey, wakey, Peaches....." Someone sang. Angel blinked. His eyes focused in the dim morning light, but were suddenly covered by a silk scarf. Someone tied it gently behind his head. Why were his arms stretched above his head? He tugged, Wilow or Spike had tied them to the headboard using a silk curtain cord. "What the?"

"Angel," Willow whispered against his ear. Her tongue caressed his earlobe. His hips bucked away from the mattress instinctively.  "You found out how ticklish I am last night. Now, I will have my revenge. We're going to find out exactly how ticklish vampire skin is."

"Will?" he said, his voice shaking. "Spike?"

"Sorry, Peaches," Spike's voice floated towards him from Angel's feet. "She can be very convincing early in the morning."

"Wanker," Angel grumbled.

"If you keep talking, we're going to gag you," Willow warned she ran  her finger down his chest with an excruciatingly light touch. He grunted in frustration.

"He might like that, pet," Spike chuckled.

Willow ran her tongue over Angel's nipple. He groaned.

"Do you think he liked that?" she asked.

"I'd say so," Spike said, tracing light slow circles on the soles of Angel's feet. Angel's feet twitched and jerked away. But scarves binding his ankles kept him from moving.

"Ahhhh!" he whimpered as Willow traced the curves of his hipbone with her tongue. She nipped one ligtly, just enough to leave a bruise.

"So are you ticklish here?" Willow licked slow, tight circles around  his bellybutton and then blew against the wet skin softly. Angel whimpered and bucked against her.

"How about there?" she ran her hands lightly along his ribs, just hard enough for him to register the sensation. She continued to kiss along his
torso, careful to not even touch his rigid shaft. The lack of friction was driving him insane.

"Willow..." he whined. He pulled against his bonds. Spike continued to tickle the soles of his feet. He leaned forward and licked at Angel's
knee-caps. Angel groaned again.  Spike grinned at Willow, one of the benefits of an old lovers is you never forget their special spots.

Angel could feel Spike's cool lips travel up his thighs. He prayed to feel Spike's lips around him. He cried out when he felt a cool tongue lap at the pearly drop of precum that seeped from his tip. He thrust his hips up. Spike took his mouth away, denying him release. Angel groaned.

"Please, Willow, Spike, I want to..."

"What Angel?" Willow asked sweetly. "Would you like to come?"


"And who will you be coming for?" Spike asked.

"Both of you, aah-hhah!" he yelped at Willow's warm fingers closed around him. "My Willow, my Spike. Please."

"Well, he did say 'please,' love," Spike shrugged.

Willow grinned. She straddled Angel's hips. He bucked up, she pulled away, laughing. He grunted in frustration. She allowed him to enter her wet warmth, setting an excrutiatingly slow pace. Spike laid by Angel's side, licking and nipping at his nipples.

"Look at our girl, Angel," he said. "Isn't she beauitful?"

Angel mumbled something incoherently. He felt his body tensing in the coming orgasm

"You're hurting the wife's feelings, Peaches, you'd better say something nice," Spike whispered against his neck.

Angel growled and yanked the scarves from the bedposts. They snapped pathetically and stayed shredded at his wrists. He sat up and grabbed the back of Willow's head, forcing her lips to his.  She shoved him back down gently.

"We didn't give you permission to sit-up," Willow grinned, grinding down on him. Angel howled as his mind blackened with force of his coming. Spike grabbed his wrists and pressed him back to the mattress. He panted and sank deep in the bed, relishing the feeling of her sheathed around his softening shaft.

"Well, Angel," Willow leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Now we know you're very ticklish."

To be continued!!!!!!