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Shanna
shannalynn9064@yahoo.com
Three hours and four jelly donuts later Willow still sat at the computer surfing the net in search of the yellow munchkin demons. Spike had awoken about an hour earlier and now sat leafing through a demonology text, his chair situated close to hers. Cool fingers gently rubbed the back of her neck as she clicked away with the mouse, and he occasionally leaned over to nuzzle said neck.
Cordelia sat at one of the tables, her eyes darting back and forth between the book she was researching and the open display of affection taking place at the computer. Finally, she'd had enough. "I could go for some refreshing beverages. Anyone else?"
Willow looked up from the demonsrus.com web site and smiled. "Thanks, Cordy. A water would be great."
"Yes, thank you Cordelia. I'll have a tea, please." Wesley didn't bother to look up from his reading on the evisceration of a Klagnop demon.
"Great!" The former cheerleader enthused just a bit too cheerfully. "Angel, give me a hand, why don't you?"
"Delia, I don't think you really need me to. . ." Before he could finish, his secretary had him by the back of his shirt, pulling him out of his chair and towards the kitchen.
Once they were in the kitchen and out of earshot of the others, Cordelia turned on her boss. "What the hell is that out there?"
"What are you talking about?" The vampire tried to smooth out the wrinkled collar of his shirt as he looked at his seer, confused.
"Hell-ooo! Willow getting a neck rub from the Sex Pistols reject in there?! You can't tell me you missed it! He's been touching her constantly since he came downstairs!"
"Oh, that."
"Yes, *that*! Angel, aren't you in the least bit concerned? I mean after what Spike did to you last year, with the spikes and the torture. Any of this ringing a bell?"
"He won't hurt her."
Cordelia sputtered and for once in her life, even if it was only briefly, Queen C was speechless. "He. . .she. . .you. . .but. . .Now hold on one second here! Are you out of your mind? Are you telling me you approve of this. . .this, whatever it is that's going on between them? Because I have a feeling a certain blond slayer is going to go through the roof when she finds out about the little touchy-feely fest going on out there."
Angel cringed at the shrill sounds emitting from Cordy's mouth and wondered if she'd been a dolphin in a past life. "He loves her."
"And you believe him? Angel, what is going on? You've been acting really weird since they've gotten here."
"Do you remember that dream I had? The one with Doyle?"
"The one where he told you Willow couldn't cause you to lose your soul, right? Because due to some weird freaky twisted logic, the Powers find this to make sense, that your ex-girlfriend's best friend is the only one you can have sex with and not. . .Oh my God! Are you having sex with Willow?
Out in the lobby, Wesley dropped the book he was reading. Willow looked toward the sound of the seer's screeching voice and Spike glared. "Wondered how long it would take the Poof to tell the cheerleader."
Willow smacked his arm, blushing as she watched Wesley through lowered lashes. Hmm, she wondered if it was a British trait to clean one's glasses whenever they were embarrassed or nervous or if it was a Watcher's thing.
"I, uh, I believe another refreshment run is in order. Could you let Cordelia and Angel know where I've gone?"
Wesley was out of the door before either Willow or Spike could reply.
"Well, that was a fast getaway," Willow muttered.
"Would you look here," Spike began, scooting his chair closer until he was practically on top of her. "Seems like it's just you and me, pet."
"Cordy and Angel will be right back, and she doesn't sound very happy as it is." The redhead looked past the vampire sitting so close to her, listening for approaching footsteps.
"I'll hear them in plenty of time before they get here, Red. Come on, give us a little kiss."
Willow looked at Spike and gave him a shy grin as he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. She leaned forward, planning on giving him a quick little kiss, but her vampire had other plans. Strong hands wrapped around her waist and dragged her onto his lap, causing the redhead to squeal against his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as the kiss deepened to a bruising intensity.
She felt a hand slide up under her T-shirt to cup her breast, squeeze the warm flesh gently, and brush a thumb back and forth across the tip until her nipple pebbled against the satin of her bra. "Want you," the blond growled against her neck, teasing pale skin with razor sharp fangs, tracing her bite mark with the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, Spike spun Willow until she was facing him, straddling his lap. The redhead gasped, feeling the evidence of the vampire's desire pressing against her. Gently she rocked against him, feeling one of his hands slide up under her skirt to cup her bottom, fingers teasing the edges of her panties.
He looked up at her, his demon receding, golden eyes changing back to deep blue. His witch lowered her mouth and this kiss was very unlike the last. It was soft and slow, sweet and long. Lips gently brushing over lips, tongues teasing.
"Eeeewwwwww!!!"
Willow pulled back quickly, and in a split second, she saw Cordy, eeww face in full force, standing in front of an flustered Angel, and the redhead flapped her arms like some demented bird, trying to regain her balance. Spike moved to grasp her waist, but even with his vampiric speed, he was too late and she fell back on the floor in an undignified heap. "Ooofff!"
Spike leaned over and gently tugged her skirt down to a more decent level. "Red, sweets, you've got to stop doing this. You're going to hurt yourself one of these days." He then offered her a hand up and tugged her back onto his lap.
"I explained everything to her," Angel offered, moving closer to stand next to the redhead and the blond. "Uh, where's Wesley?"
"Oh, he kinda heard Cordy's comment about us having sex and took off on another donut run. I think he's a little flustered."
"So, let me get this straight." Cordelia turned her attention to the younger vampire in the room. "You and Willow are having sex and you love her."
"Right on the mark. Give the cheerleader a prize," Spike sneered.
The seer turned her gaze on the redhead squirming uncomfortably on her vampire's lap. "And you're *going* to have sex with Angel to secure his soul once Spike's a little more secure in your new relationship?"
"Well, pretty much," the girl blushed under Cordy's intense scrutiny.
The former May Queen turned her attention to her boss. "And when you and Willow have sex, it can't just be sex, it has to be making love."
"Well, we have to have a love for each other in order for it to work, not necessarily. . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I got that part. It can be the love of friendship. Right." She looked between all the active participants of this little love triangle that were totally oblivious to what was exactly going on here. "Oh, puh-leeze! Ok, Spike, you admit you love Willow. At least someone involved in this is being honest about their feelings."
"Cordy, what are you talking about?" Willow didn't quite know where the other woman was going with this.
The brunette sighed and rolled her eyes at the redhead's complete and total oblivion. "Willow, we might not have been the best of friends, but I knew you well enough to realize you wouldn't have sex with someone if you didn't love them. So, you love Spike."
"Well, I haven't exactly. . ."
"No, I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You. Love. Spike. Now, you've agreed to secure Angel's soul. To do that you have to make love. To make love, you have to love the person you're having sex with. . ."
"And I do love Angel, as a very good friend," the witch nodded.
"Quit with the interruptions already, please. I'm trying to make a point here. Why do you love Angel?"
"Well, because he's always been nice to me. He's saved me tons of times. He always made Buffy, well, Buffy loved him, and even though it didn't work out, I know how much he meant to her. He's smart and handsome, he's seen so much and been so many places and is so interesting to talk to and . . .oh!" Willow slapped her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened. She felt Spike tense under her.
"Uh-huh. And Angel, you have to love Willow for this to work. Why do you love Willow?"
By now the tension in the lobby was so think, it felt heavy in the air. Angel could feel Spike's eyes boring into him after the witch's little mini-confession. "Well, she's always been there for Buffy. She's sweet, kind and giving. She's intelligent and shy, fiercely loyal, brave and beautiful. . ."
"What was the first thought you had when you found out Willow could secure your soul permanently?" Cordy arched her perfectly shaped brow at her boss.
"That I could be free to enjoy life again. That I wouldn't have to push potential happiness away."
"Did Buffy cross your mind?"
"Well, not specifically. . ."
"Face it. You both love Willow, and Willow, you love both of these lunkheads."
Three voices began shouting denials at her, but Cordelia simply held her hand out and shook her head. "Deny it all you want, but I'm never wrong about things like these. Now, if you'll excuse me, I never did get that drink I wanted."
She turned and walked back toward the kitchen, leaving three stunned individuals watching her departing back, mouths open in mid-denial.
Willow looked up at Angel. "But I don't. . ."
"Of course. And I don't either," the dark vampire replied.
The redhead gripped Spike's shoulders as he stood, standing Willow on her own feet. "Spike," she asked quietly.
"Goin' out for some smokes. Need time to think. I'll be back before we have to leave to go to the docks."
Without a look at either of the other two people in the lobby, the blond vampire made his way out into the early evening shadows.
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