by Midnight Girl
"Okay, Xander, you hold Angel back with the cross, I stake Deadboy, Jr. Giles you grab Willow, we'll take her back into the library and exorcise whatever demon has possessed her." Buffy babbled as she paced back in forth in the living room.
"Buffy, Xander's still unconscious." Cordelia said.
"I really think you need to calm down, Buffy," Giles said. "There's no reason to think Willow has been possessed."
"SHE'S SLEEPING NAKED WITH TWO VAMPIRES," Buffy screeched. "This is just a little too close to Jerry Springer for comfort."
"Buffy, we can hear you from the upstairs, you know," Willow said from the stairs. Giles had to admit that for the situation, Willow looked lovely. She had borrowed someone's scarlet silk bathrobe, which swamped her completely and slid wide from her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was tousled. She walked between her lovers with a air of confidence that teetered on their being with her.
The trio sat down on the couch. Angel draped his arm across around Willow's shoulders, Spike reached to her lap and laced his fingers through hers. Willow set her chin, as if to say, "Let the games begin."
"Whoa," Cordelia's eyebrows raised. Willow had certainly taken personality 180. She could remember when she blushed talking about her first kiss.
"Willow, what is going on with you?" Buffy demanded. "Xander and I go to a party without you, so you go pick up a couple of vampires for a drunken threesome?"
"Buffy, it's not that simple-"
"What would you call it, Willow?" Buffy cried.
"Let her get a bloody word in, Slayer!" Spike shouted.
"Buffy, Oz dumped me yesterday," Willow said.
"What?!" Cordelia cried.
"Willow, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" Buffy said.
"Because you weren't there!" Willow cried. "You went off to some frat party. I sat alone at home and drank myself stupid because I had no one to talk to and convinced that I needed to be more than boring old Willow. In my drunken stupor, I tried to cast a lust-drawing spell. I got the ingredients mixed up-"
"Willow," Giles cried. "What have I told about playing around with your powers?"
"And yelling at me
now does a lot of good," Willow said. "I got the ingredients mixed up and
ended up casting a lust-drawing spell for
vampires. Angel and Spike found and kept me from torn apart by the snarling mass of fledglings under the effect of the spell."
"Look, whatever happened. it doesn't matter," Buffy said throwing Will's clothes at her. "Get dressed, we're taking you home."
"She is home," Angel said, putting a possessive hand on her knee. "With us."
"Willow's our lifemate now, her home is with us." Spike said.
"Oh, ye gods," Giles breathed.
"Spike, I know it's been a while since you got some," Buffy sneered. "But a drunken one-night stand does not a lifetime commitment make."
"You completed the ritual?" Giles gasped. "Willow, you let them feed from you? You fed from them?"
"Do you know how much danger you put yourself in?" Giles demanded. He looked at Angel "And, you, why do you still have a soul?"
"Well, when Willow released me from hell," he gave his mate a admiring glance and squeezed her shoulder. "She gave my soul the greatest happiness possible, being reunited with my being. Nothing could make me happier than, my soul is permanently anchored."
"You mean we could be together?" Buffy cried. Her happiness faded quickly. Tears sprung to her eyes. "We could have been together all this time and you said NOTHING!"
"Ohhhhh, boy," Cordelia winced.
"Buffy," Angel said. "Whatever we had died when you sent me to hell-"
"That's just the spell
talking," Buffy insisted. "You love me. Willow's magick has convinced you
that you love her. And Spike, well, he's just a
big lonely freak."
"It's not just the
spell," Angel insisted, tightening his arm around Willow. "I can't speak
for Spike, but I've had these feelings for Willow
for some time now. The spell just made me act on them.
Willow's world turned over. Angel had REAL feelings for her. She grinned a big goofy grin and squeezed his arm affectionately. He smiled at her.
"I've been crackers for the little witch since we were locked up in that basement together," Spike admitted.
"Really?" Willow asked, turning to him.
"Yeah," he stroked her cheek. "You listened to me babble on and on with those big green eyes and all I could think about was what going on in that head of yours. Whether a girl like you could ever like me. Whether you could ever like me-"
"When you were locked up in the basement?" Buffy said. "You mean when you kidnapped her and threatened to put out her eye with a broken bottle?"
"Well, I'm too old to pull her pigtails, Slayer," Spike snorted.
"So she's your lifemate?" Buffy demanded. "What does that mean?"
"It means we need to leave them alone, Buffy," Giles said, pulling her up. "Cordelia, gather Xander and help Buffy take him to the car. Buffy, GO."
He shoved his protesting Slayer out the door.
"Actually, Cordelia," Willow grabbed her arm. "I'm going to need your help. Tomorrow, would you mind going shopping with me? Angel and Spike want me to go out and get a few things. They say they're going to burn my fuzzy sweaters and anything I own that's pink and that's like half my wardrobe right there."
"I assume, of course, this excursion would be sponsored?" Cordelia asked.
"Well, we'd have two platinum cards, neither of which have limits," Willow nodded.
"I'll pick you up at eight." Cordelia said.
"Believe me, with a platinum card, we'll need all the time we can get," Cordelia nodded.
"Willow," Giles grabbed her hands. "I don't agree with what you've done. With the situation you've put yourself in. But I will do ANYTHING to help you. If you need anything, please call me."
"Well, actually, Giles, I was hoping you could help me with getting early graduation. There are couple weeks until we get out for Christmas break, I could take the examinations then. If I apply right away, I could register late at UC Sunnydale next semester."
"Willow are you really sure you want to leave high school now?" Angel asked. "So much of your life has changed so quickly. Maybe it would be better if some things stayed the same."
"Yeah, pet, you don't have to give up school for us." Spike said.
"If I'm going to see
you guys at all," Willow laughed. "My hours are going to have to change
a little bit. I'm willing to compromise. I want this to
Giles saw the "resolved" face and knew. This wasn't a great cosmic mishap. She was really in love with them.
"Aw, pet," Spike wrapped his arms around her. Angel walked Giles to the door.
"Really, Giles, we just want her to be happy. We're going to take good care of her," he said. He grinned suddenly. "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm asking for her hand?"
"Because you are," Giles shook his hand. "You hurt her and I'll stake you myself."
"Agreed." Angel nodded.
"That wasn't so bad now was it, pet?" Spike asked as Giles' car pulled out of the driveway.
"I guess not," Willow shrugged. "I'm starving, aren't you hungry?"
"Ravenous," Spike admitted.
"Do you need to, um,-" Willow began to tug at the collar of her robe.
"No pet that's alright, I'll go hunting for a bit," Spike stopped her.
"But you fed from me before?" Willow said, her brows wrinkled.
"That was different, love, it was done in the heat of the moment, feeding from your mate just for a snack- that's sort of, I don't know, creepy." Spike shuddered.
"I will never understand you," Willow laughed.
"I'll only be gone for a while," Spike kissed her and grabbed a shirt and his jacket. "Miss me?"
"Is that request or a query for information?" she giggled.
"And you can't understand me?" Spike asked. He kissed her forehead and headed for the door.
He passed Angel and spoke in low, dangerous tones.
"If I come back and you've run off with her, I'll track you down-"
"Spike, I'm not going to do that, she's your mate, too," Angel said. "You don't have to worry."
"As long as we're clear on that, Peaches," Spike growled.
"Crystal," Angel simply nodded. "And Spike?"
Spike turned. Angel face was different, it showed concern.
"Stay out of the Slayer's way."
Angel turned. Willow had seen the exchange. She was worried.
"I think we have some food in the fridge," he said. "I can't guarantee freshness or, uh, species, but-"
"Angel, it'll be fine, at this point, I considering the couch cushion," she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. She raided the fridge.
"If you order a pizza, I promise not to snack on the delivery guy," Angel offered.
"This'll be fine,"
she pulled a bottle of orange juice, a sort of withered apple and a hunk
of cheese from the fridge. She grabbed a knife from a
drawer and jumped up on the counter. She began slicing the apple into wedges
He sat at the table and watched in amusement as she devoured her makeshift supper. Her toes actually curled in pleasure as she took a bite into one of the apple slices. He never wanted to be fruit so bad in his life.
"What?" she giggled. "Do I have schmutz on my face?"
"Yes, it's horrifying," he nodded solemnly. He moved to the counter, easing her legs apart and pulling her toward him. "Let me help you."
He kissed at the corner of her mouth. The plane of her cheek. Her chin. He pushed the folds of his robe from her legs. There was something so sexy about seeing his woman in his clothes. He pushed the collar from her shoulders and brushed kisses across her collarbone, her shoulders.
"Are you done?" she asked, her eyebrows arched.
"You're a really messy eater," he shrugged.
"Why don't I believe you..." her eyes narrowed.
"Ehhh, you probably shouldn't," he pulled her from the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Wait a minute," she giggled. "What are you doing?"
"I'm hungry, too." he said thickly.
"But your food's that way," she pointed to the kitchen.
"I'm not hungry for food."
"Oh, good." she grinned.
She settled her weight against him, grinding against his growing erection.
He groaned, pulling his robe open to let her
nipples rub across his bare chest. She gnarled her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her lips.
"You'd better stop that, or we won't make it to the bedroom," he growled.
"Never figured you for a prude," she giggled, kissing his neck.
"Not a prude, I just like my bed."
"Our bed," she kissed him again, letting her tongue dance with his. He broke the kiss.
"Our bed," he agreed.
He set her on her feet.
She pulled at the robe, letting it fall to the floor. She pulled
at his belt buckle, helping him ease out of his pants.
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his fingers in her hair. She whirled around, turning his back to the bed. She locked her foot around his ankle and shoved his chest gently. He landed on the bed surprised, she grinned and straddled his hips. He chuckled.
"You are full of surprises," he reached up to stroke her cheek and pulled her down to him. He rolled over her, pressing her into the mattress. She thrust up against him, the heat inside her growing with every minute. He back away from her denying her contact. She moaned. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch, frustrating. She looked up and pouted.
"Please," she whined. "Angel...."
"Yes, Willow?" he asked, his calm voice betraying the raging battle for his control. For just a moment, her thoughts were completely occupied by him and that excited him to no end. "What do you want?"
"You...." she grunted again, her hands wandered down her thighs. He grabbed them and pinned them above her head.
"Angel!" she moaned again.
"Aw, pet, isn't he playing nice?" Spike's smooth voice floated from the side of the bed and wrapped around her mind. She shook her head.
"Thought you were hunting," Angel grinned, leaning down to lick at Willow's neck, her breasts. He was surprised by his own lack of irritation that Spike had joined them. It seemed right somehow.
"Pizza guy drove by, grabbed some fast food." Spike shed his jacket and shirt quickly. He knelt above Willow's head, leaning down to brush cold kisses down her nose, her cheeks. His cool tongue dipped between her lips, she wrapped hers around it and pulled him deep into her mouth. Willow had never been kissed at an upside down angle before, interesting. She would probably learn a lot from these two.
"Who do you belong to, Willow?" Spike whispered against her neck.
"You..." she moaned. "Both of you."
Willow reached up and unzipped Spike's jeans. He leaned up, allowing her to pull them down. She delicately wrapped her warm fingers around his cold erection. He instinctively thrust into her palm. She guided him to face and studied the flesh hovering over her. He stroked her hair and let her take her time. Her tongue snaked out and tentatively licked the head. He moaned, his head thrown back.
Not one to be ignored,
Angel knelt beside the bed and began kissing Willow's thighs. His cool
fingers slipped inside her velvety wetness. She
arched her hips against his palm. She took Spike between her lips, thrusting her chin up to take more of him into her mouth. He began thrusting slowly into her, in time with Angel's rhythm. Each time he withdrew, she tightened her lips. He gasped at the constriction of her hot mouth on him.
Spike tilted her chin slightly to allow more access. Her rubbed her throat tenderly.
"If this hurts you, pet, we can stop any time," he whispered.
She responded by reaching between his legs and slowly caressing the spot just between his scrotum and anus.
"Ahh-aahhh!" he gasped. Where did she learn to do THAT?!? The combination of her lips, her talented little hands brought him to the edge. He closed his eyes and prepared himself as he felt the pressure build. Suddenly her lips left him. He looked down, bewildered. Where'd she go? Willow had flipped over, throwing her leg over Angel's head, so she could take Spike at a better angle.
Angel laughed at her sudden gymnastics. As she took Spike in her mouth again, Angel caressed the smooth curves of her back, watching as Spike's face contorted in climax.
Spike was falling,
into blackness and quiet. Calm, peace. Peace he hadn't felt in centuries.
His eyes opened. He had fallen back off his knees and
onto the bed. Angel and Willow were grinning down at him wickedly.
"Willow, you broke him." Angel laughed.
"Can I help it if she's a natural talent?" Spike asked defensively.
"Oh yes, a talent I've always wished for," Willow said sarcastically.
"Look, Spike you made her all grumpy," Angel said.
"We're just going to have to do something about that, aren't we?" Spike grinned. He turned Willow around, leaning her back against him.
"Mine," she growled, her voice expressing the possessive passion she hadn't allowed herself to feel for him until now.
"Yours," Spike nodded.
He tilted her head back, kissing her, tasting himself on her lips. She
reached around his neck and pulled him deeper into
her mouth. His fingers found her core, and began stroking slowly. She whimpered.
Angel knelt between her legs, wrapping her around his waist. Spike supported her back as Angel lowered her onto his length. He was bigger than Spike in length and girth. It took her a while to get used to his size. He looked to her eyes for assurance. She smiled. Spike brushed her hair up from her neck and kissed along its length. Licking the spot where her jugular pulsed. Angel thrust up deep into her womb.
It was so much sweeter than the first time, now that Willow was aware of what she was doing. Now that she was sure that they weren't under the influence of magick, but really wanted her.
Spike nipped lightly,
letting a small amount of blood trickle over his lips. She didn't
utter a sound except to urge Angel on with whimpers and
moans. Spike sank his teeth into her neck and began to drink, she cried out. He stopped feeding. Had he hurt her?
She wrapped her arm around his neck and pushed his mouth back to her neck. She wrapped her legs tighter around Angel's waist, pulling him deeper into her. Spike's fingers changed rhythms, quickening with Angel's frenzied thrusts.
"Mine," she growled again as she felt the edge of her orgasm coming. Angel nodded and murmured against her lips. "Yours."
Her muscles quaked around him, tightening as he withdrew. He groaned and leaned against her chest, nibbling at her nipples, laving his tongue at each rounded globe. As he neared climax, he felt the hard ridges of his game face pressing against her flesh. He looked up, his face a mix of confusion and desire.
"It's okay, Angel," she whispered. "Be you."
He moaned and sank his fangs into the shoulder Spike had ignored. Her warm rich blood filled his mouth and his cold seed flooded her womb. He shuddered against her as she came. She howled and fell back against Spike. He kissed her forehead and tried to pull her from Angel's arms.
Angel, still in full vampire mode, snarled and pressed her against him. He eased out of her and pulled her limp body to the head of the bed. Spike watched jealously as Angel pulled the covers over her and curled her tightly against his body.
(This is how it began
with Dru, Spike mind wailed. He starts to shut me out in little ways and
next thing I know, I'm tied to the couch forced to
watch as he takes her. Not this time, Peaches.)
Spike shoved his jeans from his ankles and slid under the covers. He watched Angel with the wary eyes of a predator as he eased his body against Willow's back. Willow turned in her stupor and snuggled against Spike, resting her head against his shoulder. Her arm wound around Angel's body, pressing him against her. Spike glared at Angel. (I'm not leaving, pouf, so you should bloody well get used to it.) Angel's golden eyes took in his anger with curiosity. He reached up and stroked Spike's face tenderly. Spike cursed inwardly as his body reacted with traitorous enthusiasm to his old lover's touch. Angel smiled his knowing smile, then promptly buried his face in Willow's hair and fell asleep. Leaving Spike to drown in his own confusion.
"Cordy, you can't be serious," Willow whined as Cordelia thrust another hanger at her. "I've already got a black skirt."
"But this has a flared kick-pleat, as opposed to the tight little number you bought at Indigo's," Cordelia said.
"Spike got to you, didn't he?" she narrowed her eyes. She looked at the mountain of purchases. Cordelia was looking to break some sort of record for slip dress purchasing. She chose clothes Willow never would have picked for herself. Not a jumper in sight. Tight, fitted tops that emphasized Willow's high, rounded breasts. Brightly colored dresses and skirts that made Willow nervous just thinking about wearing them. Not a fuzzy sweater to be found anywhere. The only sweaters Cordelia would let her try on were sexy little twin sets. And the shoes! Willow didn't even want to think about how her "husbands" would react when they saw the bill.
Cordy assured her that all would be forgiven when they saw all the stuff she bought at Victoria's Secret. And she had promised them both a surprise. She had to in order to get out the door. Willow smiled. Waking up this time was significantly more pleasant than the day before. Angel's head had been pillowed against her breast. She was turned with her back against Spike, his arm draped along her body, his face buried in her neck.
She leaned down and kissed the top of Angel's head. She pulled his body against hers. He lifted his head.
"Hmmmmmmph?" he mumbled.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she smiled. "I've got to get up, Cordelia's coming to get me soon."
"MMMMmmm, do you have to?" he gave her his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Don't make with the big brown eyes! I have one change of clothes here, eventually you'll get tired of seeing me in that skirt."
"You could always run around in Spike's shirts, those look pretty good on you," he nuzzled her neck. "Then there's the clothing optional method, which I would like to personally endorse, right now."
"Get up," she playfully punched at his chest.
Spike suddenly yawned and stirred. "You leaving already, love?"
"I keep trying to get
her to come back to bed but she's stubbornly refusing." Angel pouted. Suddenly,
a car honked from the driveway. Both
"If you let me go, I'll get you both a surprise," she sang.
"Yay!" Angel grinned. "I do love surprises."
"Make mine something red and lacy," Spike kissed her.
"Wouldn't that be a present for me?" she asked.
"Trust me, it would be a present for me, too," Spike assured her.
"If you play nice while I'm gone," she said, kissing them both one last time before bolting to the bathroom to change. They flopped back on their pillows and quickly fell asleep.
She envied them now. Cordy wouldn't let her leave the mall until dusk. Willow was surprised at how little Cordy grumbled about helping her pack some belongings to take to the mansion. Stuff like her laptop, some clothes, pictures of the Scooby Gang in happier times.
"You're really lucky, you know," Cordy said. "You have two guys who were so crazy about you, they're willing to spend eternity with you. I have a hard time getting Xander to agree to a five-day tape rental," she said.
"I know, and I love both of them with all my heart, I'm just worried about how this is going to affect my relationship with everybody," Willow smiled weakly.
"The others will come around," Cordy assured her. "Giles and I are already on your side. And we're always the judgmental ones."
"Thanks," she smiled. "I think."
Willow hauled boxes into the house and waved to Cordy as she drove away. She stepped around the mound of boxes and bags and ran up the bedroom. Spike was alone in bed. Willow's brows raised. There was a note on the nightstand. Angel had gone to Willy's to pick up some supplies, but promised to be back soon.
Willow looked at her blonde lover. He looked so sweet as he slept. So peaceful. Almost innocent.
She smiled and reached
into the one bag she had carried upstairs. The one from Victoria's
Secret. It held what was probably her tamest lingerie
purchase, a knee-length cobalt blue silk nightgown with spaghetti straps that crossed in the back. She slipped into it and crawled under the covers, she wrapped her arms around Spike and drifted off to sleep. Trying on clothes when Cordy was in command was pretty exhausting
Spike woke up, Angel was gone. Willow was snuggled against his chest. He grinned, pressed her against him and smelled her hair. She stirred, raising her head and blinking sleepily.
"Morning," she mumbled. "Or evening, as the case may be."
"Morning, pet," he kissed her. "Where's the third wheel?"
"Willy got a new shipment in and Angel went for take-out. He said he'd be back in a few hours."
"Hmmmm," Spike grinned. "A few hours, that leaves us with a lot of possibilities."
"Why, whatever do you mean?" Willow asked innocently. "What could two newlyweds do to occupy themselves for hours?"
"Newlyweds?" Spike laughed.
"You better believe it, buddy," she poked his chest. "You're stuck with me. You better get used to it."
"I think I already am," he chuckled, kissing her softly.
"Good," she gasped as his fangs flicked across her throat. "Are you hungry? Do you need to hunt?"
He shook his head, nuzzling the skin behind her ear.
"Well, what if you just hunted me?" she asked. "For fun."
He grinned. She was an interesting little creature, his mate. "You have a 10-second head start," he kissed her. "1..2.."
She shrieked and scrambled
out of the bed and through the door, her nightgown trailing behind her.
She darted frantically down the hall,
searching for a place to hide. She tried to stifle giggles she knew would give her away.
She slid down the banister as she heard, "7...8...9..10, ready or not, pet. Here I come." She ran into the game room off the parlor, where Spike kept his pool table and old instruments of torture. She scrambled under the pool table, her only defense.
Coming down the hall,
Spike could smell her excitement, her arousal. But it was tinged with something
else, something sweeter. Happiness, love,
affection. He took a look around the mansion, it was different. It was still the old collection dusty furnishings and cold marble walls. But it had
changed, it was filled with the scents and sounds of Willow and her love for him. Her love for Angel.
He grinned. "Where's my Willow?"
She covered her mouth with her hand and scooted further under the table. He was at least two rooms away. She knew he was just toying with her. If he wanted, he could find her in seconds. But she loved it when he was like this, playful and affectionate. So different from the cold bitter vamp that had kidnapped her all those months ago.
"Where's Willow?" he called. He opened the door to the game room. "Surely she wouldn't be silly enough to hide in here."
He circled the table. Suddenly, his feet disappeared.
"Hello, pet, " she
turned. He was lying right beside her, grinning wickedly. (Darn vampire
speed.) She shrieked and tried to crawl away, but
he was waiting for her when she got out from under the table. He caught her in his arms, chuckling and swung her in wide circle.
"Okay, so you caught me," she laughed. "Now what are you going to do?"
"Kiss the bride," he
said, pulling her into a sweet kiss. He wrapped his fingers in her hair
and leaned his cool forehead against hers. "It's not
just about sex, you know. The spell probably wore off the second day you were here. I really love being with you. Talking with you. You're the best person I know. You made me feel when I thought I could never feel anything for anybody. I love you."
"I love you, too," she kissed him. "You've yet to choose your reward for catching me."
"Well, my dear, you'll
endure the excruciating torture I know how to inflict," he grinned evilly.
Doubts flickered across Willow's face. "I'm
going to make you... dance with me."
He began twirling her
in loose circles about him. They fell into a loopy box-step and finally
into a more graceful waltz. She laughed musically as
her skirts and hair flailed in wild sweeps.
"He's torturing you I see," Angel chuckled from the doorway. He had been watching for quite some time.
"Terribly," Willow nodded.
"I spent centuries trying to teach Spike how to dance," Angel said, cutting in. Her pressed her back against him, pulling her into a sort of backwards waltz. "If I didn't heal so quickly, all of my toes would still be broken."
"Peaches is just jealous because all he can do is slow-dance," Spike smirked. Angel whirled her around and dipped her. Spike laughed, watching his lovers dance. Willow turned back around, wrapping Angel's arms around her waist. She reached out for Spike. Angel sighed and leaned his forehead against her scalp. Spike wrapped his arms around both of them.
"I love you both so much," she whispered. "Everything I love leaves me, please don't leave me."
"No way, pet," Spike kissed her hair. "Like you said, you're stuck with us."
"Permanently," Angel agreed.
"Mmmm, good," she smiled. "Now what should we do tonight?
"What would you like to do, love?" Spike asked.
"Let's go out," she
said. "We haven't been out together since... you know. Let's take
this weird-ass marriage for a test-drive. Let's go to the
Bronze, play some pool, dance, get schnockered and other naughty things.
"Getting rather brave, isn't she?" Angel grinned.
"PPPLLLLLEEEAASSEE?" Willow begged.
"One condition, love," Spike said.
"What?" Willow asked.
"We get to choose what you'll wear," Angel grinned.
"You are sick, sick
men," Willow laughed.