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Soon thereafter Willow waved goodbye to Spike, Angel and Wesley as they left to take out the munchkin demons, and she headed for the phone. She was running late for her call to Sunnydale, but not too late. Buffy and Riley shouldn't have left for patrol yet. Maybe they'd had better luck finding some information on the vilnavons than Wesley's contacts had.
"Magic Box, how can I help you spend you money today?"
Willow rolled her eyes. "Hi Anya, is Giles there?"
"Oh, Willow, it's you. I was trying out different ways to answer the phone to increase our sales. Do you think it will work?"
"Ummm, maybe keep trying and possibly getting Giles' approval before actually using one."
"That's what Xander said too. . . Ok, ok, hold on! Xander wants to speak with you, but don't keep him too long. We have much research to do and it's preventing me from getting my. . ."
"Wills? Hey, how goes the bloodletting in LA?"
"Hey Xand, it's, uh, it's going all right. And by the way, thanks for taking the phone off Anya. I really don't need to hear all the gory details of your sex life."
"What's the matter, jealous," he teased.
"Oh, right! So jealous of your many orgasms," she giggled. Willow could hear him sputtering on the other end of the line and could just imagine the blush staining his cheeks.
"Right, well, uh, how's Deadboy treating you, and is Deadboy Jr. behaving?"
"They're both fine. Out hunting little yellow demons right now. Xand, do you think I could talk to Giles for a minute?"
"Sure thing. Hold on. Hey, G-man! Wills is on the phone for you. I'll talk to you once you're done with Giles, ok Wills?"
"Ok. Thanks, Xand."
"Willow, yes. How are you feeling? Is everything going well there?"
"Um, things are, uhhh, ok, I guess."
"Willow, what's wrong? Anything? Is Spike causing problems? You can send him back to Sunnydale. I'm sure Angel will be glad to drive you back once we get this situation rectified."
"Oh, it's not that. Spike's been super sweet. I was just wondering, have you heard of any other side effects to the bite?"
"Well, sweet is one word I never thought I'd hear used in conjunction with Spike."
"He can be," the redhead whispered into the phone, remembering how he held her so tenderly when they slept. "Giles, I need to talk to you, but I don't want you to tell the others yet what I'm going to tell you when I tell to you, ok?"
"Uh, I believe I understand what you just said. Just one moment, Willow."
The redhead sat in Angel's chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she nervously waited. On the other end of the phone, she heard, "I'll be in the office if you need me. I want to take some notes on that infernal contraption that Willow uses."
She heard a door close, then a rustling, which she knew meant he had lowered the shade on the window in the door. "Willow, *is* everything all right there?"
"Giles, some things have happened since I've gotten here. And I don't know if it's real or a side effect from the bite." The witch nervously chewed her lower lip, the same lip Spike had sucked on gently just before leaving to slay the sunny munchkins.
"What sort of things?" Giles removed his glasses in his office, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Dear Lord, what could have possibly happened in two days?'
"Well, now, don't get mad. I'm fine, ok?"
"Willow, what on earth is happening there?" Now the watcher was really worried. When Willow asked him not to get angry, he knew it meant nothing but trouble.
"Um, ok, here it is in a nutshell. Something happens to me when Spike and Angel feed from me. . ."
"Spike's feeding from you? How? I thought with the chip. . ."
"I kinda invited him to and it worked."
Giles dropped the teacup he had just picked up, shattering it into tiny shards. "You. . .you invited him? But why? Was Angel unable to handle the task on his own?"
"Because I wanted him to. . .to feed from me. I can't explain it, Giles. It's like I *need* them to feed from me, and not just because of the whole too much blood thingy, either."
"Is it somewhat of a compulsive urge?"
"I guess so. Well, I guess you could say that. It's umm, well, it can be very, uhhh, itcanbeverysexualanditseemstomakebothofthemfeelverysexualtoo." In LA Willow was blushing wildly, unable to lift her eyes from the floor as she cringed and waited for a response from the man she thought of as a father. She also knew that he was one of the only people who could possibly give her answers to the questions plaguing her mind.
"Excuse me, but I though you said. . .no, you wouldn't. . .could you repeat yourself please, and just a little more slowly this time." Giles sank down into his chair, bracing himself for what the young redhead was going to say.
"I can't explain it, Giles, but when they bite me, it kinda turns into a sexual thing, for both parties involved."
"Dear Lord, that's what I thought you said." The watcher removed his glasses and pinched his nose, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. They suddenly they flew open. "Sexual? Willow, Angel, he hasn't. . ."
"That's another thing. Angel got a message from the Powers That Be. Please don't say anything to Buffy. I think it would really upset her, but it appears I can't make him lose his soul since I'm the one that cursed him with it in the first place."
"Well, that's a good thing to know, I suppose."
"That's not all of it."
Giles reached into the bottom drawer of his desk, where he'd placed the bottle of scotch after the night Willow was bitten. Easier access and all that. Pouring himself a glassful, he took a deep breath, "What else is there Willow?"
"It seems that I can also secure Angel's soul. . .permanently. No more Angelus ever."
Giles stopped, the glass midway to his mouth at this information. "That's wonderful. Did these Powers give Angel the method with which you could do this?" His mind was spinning at the thought. A way to secure a cursed soul. Now that's something the Council would be crawling all over themselves to find out.
"Well, sort of. You see, to do it, we kinda have to, ummm, well, do it."
"Pardon?"
"We have to make love," the redhead rolled her eyes and played with the phone cord.
There was dead silence on the Sunnydale end of the line. Willow could feel the heat in her face and neck. She thought if she blushed any harder she might just self-combust. "Giles?" Her voice sounded tiny and nervous on the other end of the phone. The watcher shook himself out of his state of shock.
"Yes, well, that's very, uh, very interesting. And you're sure this message was from the Powers?"
"Uh-huh. Angel got it in a dream after we had, uh, after he had fed from me once."
"Just fed from you?" Giles had a sinking feeling the young witch wasn't telling all.
"Well, uh, I told you it's a very sexual thing, right?"
"Yes. Yes, you did," came his strangled reply.
"Well, Angel, Spike and I. . ."
"Oh, dear Lord!" Giles sat the glass down and poured himself a double, quickly downing it.
"We, uh, oh, no! We haven't. . .well, Angel and I haven't. . .but Spike and I have. And I can't believe I'm telling you this. It's so embarrassing. I mean you're like a father and here I am telling you I'm having sex with one vampire and will probably have sex with another, even thought it's only to secure his soul. I mean he says he loves me. They both do, but I don't know if it's me or the blood, you know? I mean Giles, come on. It's just me. Why would two hottie vamps be interested in little ol' me if not for the blood, although Spike does say. . .well, you don't need to know what he says about us in bed. . ."
Giles quickly poured himself another double as his young charge babbled on about sex with Spike and about spit out the fiery liquid when he heard three very important words. '. . .Spike claimed me. . .'
"WHAT?! Willow, just stop right where you are young lady. What do you mean Spike claimed you?"
The witch cringed again as she continued playing with the cord. "Well, he kinda sank his fangs in really deep and claimed me, oh, but don't worry. It really hurt him a lot. . .the first time anyway."
Giles looked at the half empty bottle of scotch and wondered if it was going to make it through the entire phone conversation or if he would need to open a second. "The first time," he asked weakly.
"Uh-huh. The second time didn't hurt him, but that was after I invited him and I also kinda asked him to do it."
The bottle shook as the former librarian poured his third drink. "*Why* did Spike claim you? Was it done in the heat of . . .of passion?" The last word was choked from his throat.
"Well, sort of. He got angry when Angel claimed me and went all possessive and 'Mine!' this and 'Mine!' that. . ."
"Angel claimed you?!" Giles slammed the glass down, the scotch sloshing over the edge. When he spoke again, Willow shivered. There was a hint of Ripper in the voice on the phone as the normally gentle man gritted his teeth. "I sent you to him thinking you would be safe and he *claims* you? What in God's name was he thinking?"
"I told you Giles, it's the bitey thing. We all three just kinda have horomones gone wild when they feed from me. We can't help it."
"But you said Angel and you haven't. . ."
"I said we didn't make love. We've done. . .other things. No clothing was lost but we both, uh, enjoyed ourselves. Well, there was that one time where there wasn't clothing, but I thought he was Spike, 'cause I just woke up and, well that's another long and embarrassing story. So anyway, have you heard of any other side effects from the bite or am I just suddenly the next greatest thing to vampires since sliced bread? Although I suppose vampires wouldn't really have a use for sliced bread, seeing as how they don't eat it."
"Willow, please." Giles couldn't decide whether to rub his eyes, as he felt a headache coming on, or to drink another double of scotch. He compromised, drinking the alcohol first, then rubbing his eyes and forehead. "Unfortunately, we haven't found anything else on the vilnavons. Has Wesley's contact had any better luck?"
"Not yet." The redhead sunk back in the chair, disappointed. The idea had been flitting around in the back of her mind. Why all of a sudden did Spike and Angel want her? Neither of them said anything before. Why now? Was it the blood? Did they really care for her? "Giles, what am I going to do," the witch wailed.
"Well, I dare say the faster we find a solution to your problem the better. I still have several calls out to my contacts overseas. Perhaps one of them can shed some light on your situation. In the meantime, I suggest you try to separate yourself from the experience. Try to think of something else."
"I already tried that. Thinking of England doesn't work very well," Willow muttered.
"Try multiplication tables."
"Excuse me?" That was a new one to the redhead.
"Multiplication tables. Try them. It will keep your mind off of what's occurring."
"That's your advice? Try thinking of multiplication tables? Giles I have two master vampires telling me they love me, sucking on my neck, wanting to make love to me. Spike wants to keep me as his mate forever, Angel's trying to tempt me away from Spike, and you're telling me to try thinking of multiplication tables? That's the best you've got?!"
"Well, I didn't say it was the perfect solution, but without any further information on the vilnavons, it is the best I can think of at this point in time." Giles tipped the bottle again to pour another drink. 'Hmm, I might just have to open that second bottle. This one won't last too much longer.'
The watcher froze amid his inner commentary, set the scotch bottle down gently, tried to gather his suddenly fuzzy thoughts and spoke quite deliberately, if not slightly slurred, into the phone. "Willow, you're saying that both Spike and Angel are telling you they are in love with you?"
"Helll-ooo! Where have you been this entire conversation. Yes. That's why I'm asking you if there are any other side effects. Spike wants me to become his mate for all of eternity, Angel told me he was falling in love with me and left Sunnydale because he couldn't be around me with the curse and didn't want to see me with Oz. I've, uhh, kinda started having feeling for Spike and I've always had a little crush on Angel."
"What kind of feelings are you experiencing for Spike?" Giles downed another double and reached in his desk drawer for the second bottle.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Willow gathered her courage and simply blurted, "I think I love him, Giles. I mean, yeah, I've always thought he was cute for a vampire, you know? Those blue eyes, the cheekbones, that duster, his accent. . ."
"I have the same accent, Willow. You can't use that as an. . ."
"Which is one of the reasons I had a crush on you in high school. Oooh!" The witch slapped a hand over her mouth, her green eyes wide. "Did I say that out loud," she asked weakly.
"Yes, you did. And while I'm flattered, we need to get back to the subject. . ."
There was a pounding on the door and Buffy poked her head in, not bothering to wait for her watcher to invite her. "Giles, you're hogging my best friend, and Riley and I have to leave for patrol soon. Do you think I could talk to her? And why are you drinking?"
The blond walked further into the room, frowning in disapproval at her slightly sloshed watcher. "Willow's trying to, uh, explain that blasted machine to me. I just don't see why we can't simply rely on books. They've been around for centuries and . . ."
Before he could finish his usual tirade on the modern era computerization of the world, the slayer relieved him of the phone, shaking a finger in his face. "You're being cut off, mister. We already had Cave Slayer. We definitely don't need Cave Watcher too."
Buffy cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear as she screwed the lid back on the bottle of scotch. "Wills, how are you? Is everything all right there? Do you need me to come to LA and do a little slayage? If they hurt you, I will you know, ex-boyfriend or not."
Willow gulped and felt guilt fill her entire being. Images of herself and Angel flashes through her mind, embracing, caressing, touching, kissing, orgasming. . ."H. . .h. . .hey Buff."
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