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Both men looked at Willow in surprise.
"Willow, you're not a, uh, skanky ho, anything but," Angel protested.
"I am," she sobbed softly, nodding her head emphatically, her eyes filled with shame. "I begged you both to. . .to do this."
"Not like you're hearing us complain, pet," Spike tried in his own way to reassure her, earning a glare from Angel over Willow's shoulder.
"See, this is normal for vampires, right? All this sex and stuff. I mean you guys and Dru and probably Darla used to. . . But I'm human. I shouldn't be doing this kind of thing. Oh Goddess, I'm a bad Jerry Springer show topic. Mortal girl takes on two vampire lovers for kinky threesome of sex and bloodsucking, today at five!" The witch's eyes went from shamed to horrified. "Oh, no! I'm as bad as my evil vamp self. Next thing you know I'll be calling you both Puppy and riding you like ponies!"
Spike raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to inquire about her last statement, but was cut off with "Don't say a word, Spike," from Angel. The elder vampire turned his attention to the sobbing redhead after warning his grand-childe. "Willow, little one, please listen to me. Yes, it's true vampires are a little more free with their sexuality. Multiple partners in a clan is not uncommon and most are bisexual. . ."
"Speak for yourself, ya bloody poof," Spike grumbled.
"I'll debate that with you at a later time, William," Angel growled softly. "Your memory seems to have failed you."
The blond glared at the brunette as he gently rubbed his witch's back soothingly. "Pet, it's not like you're the only human in the world to have ever done somethin' like this. And you know this isn't just sex, right? You know Peaches and I care for you, love you." Spike leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth and in a lowered voice asked, "And it felt good, too, didn't it sweets?"
Willow shuddered at the seductive tone of his voice, but refused to be swayed so easily from her guilt. "Just because it feels good doesn't mean it's right. I come here, to LA, and almost instantly hop into the sack with the two of you. What does that say about me?"
"Willow," Angel began, lightly rubbing her tense shoulders, "do you care about Spike and me? When you said you loved us, did you mean it? Was it all a lie? Are you just using *us* for sex?"
The redhead sat up straight, appalled at the dark vampire's words. In the process, she wound up head butting the bleached blond behind her. Both gripped their heads and complained in unison, "Ow!"
"Of course not, Angel," Willow began, still rubbing the tender spot just above and behind her ear that caught Spike's forehead. "You know I care about you both. I do love the two of you. . .I'm just not sure how deep it is," she admitted softly. "I already told you, everything's happened so fast since I got here and sometimes I just feel so confused and think that maybe my emotions are being swayed by the sex, because it is really good. Or maybe it's the bonds I have with you and Spike. Or maybe it really is *love*, love and I'm just too scared to look so closely at it, because I don't know if I'm ready for an eternal kind of commitment. I mean Spike's told me about the eternal mate thingy and eternity is, well, it's a long time. But I still can't believe that we. . .that the three of us. . .uh, you know. . .because the *three* of us, well, it just isn't right. And I practically jumped you both. Oh Goddess, I've only been here for a few days with you and my morals are just dropping like flies! I'm turning into Anya," she gasped, horrified.
When her lower lip started quivering again Angel sat up and hugged her close, not only to comfort her, but also to distract himself from the enticing image the redhead presented him with siting astride him naked. He didn't think now was the appropriate time for an erection, which Willow would easily pick up on, considering their position.
"Red, morals are highly overrated," Spike murmured against her ear, lightly massaging her shoulders.
"Spike," Angel began to protest his grand-childe's line of thinking.
"No, Peaches, just hear me out. Willow, back in my time, a woman was considered morally bankrupt if she left a soiree to go onto the balcony to steal a kiss with a suitor. Not even a grope, just a kiss. Women whose skirts ever rose above their ankles were considered, what's the term you used?"
"Ho's," she sniffled miserably.
"Right, ho's. In Peaches' time women showed quite a bit of ti. . .uh, cleavage, but in my day, if you could see an inch of skin below the high necked outfits they wore, she was loose. In the 1950's good girls didn't. In the 1960's some good girls did. In the 1970's most good girls did and if LSD was involved, they most likely had a love-in goin'. Listen Red, times change, morals change, but as long as there's love and feelings between the parties involved what's the harm? You said you loved us. We told you we loved you. How can this be wrong?"
The redhead wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "You both don't think I'm some kind of floozy," she asked softly.
"Never, little one," Angel responded fiercely. He kissed her damp cheek. "I think you're one of the brightest souls I've ever met. A kind, compassionate and caring young woman."
"And I think you're strong," Spike began, kissing the top of her head. "Stronger than the bleedin' Scoobies give ya credit for. You're a fighter, Red. You stand up for your convictions, even if it is a chipped vampire ya think is bein' wronged. You want to share your heart and body with us. Nothin' wrong with that at all."
Willow sniffled again and let her brain absorb their words. Maybe they were right. She did love them and they said they loved her. Maybe it's like the whole gay thing. Just because it's a different kind of relationship from what's considered the norm doesn't make it wrong.
"I guess it's just going to take some getting used to maybe," she whispered, smiling shyly. Finally realizing their positions, the redhead blushed deeply. The entire conversation had taken place with her lovers' bodies still within her. "Um, shower. I think I need a shower. Uh, can you guys, um, you know. . ." Her face felt hot from the flush stealing across it. Angel smiled understandingly while Spike smirked.
The blond backed away and let out a low moan as his body slipped from the warmth of his witch. Willow rose up, eyes fluttering as she felt Angel slip from her as well. She crawled across the bed to the edge and was about to stand up and make her way to the bathroom and the hot water calling her name.
"Willow," Angel stayed her with a hand on her wrist, "are you ok with all of this? Really?"
She looked back at the gorgeous naked vampires sitting amidst the tangled sheets, concern etched on their faces. Somehow she knew everything would be all right. It would all work out in the end. The witch smiled and leaned over, softly brushing her lips across first Angel's mouth, then Spike's.
"It'll be ok," she said and rose from the bed to make her way to the bathroom.
Once the door had shut behind her, Spike moved up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his grand-sire doing the same.
"You were good with her, William," Angel murmured.
"Didn't tell her anything that wasn't true," the blond replied, searching through the jeans he found on the floor next to the bed for his cigarettes. He raised one to his lips and flipped open his lighter.
"I don't know about that. What's this about you not being bisexual?" Angel chuckled as he watched the blonde's eyes widen.
Spike snapped the lighter shut and pushed the cigarette back in it's pack. He scrambled off the bed away from his grand-sire, not yet ready to face those memories when their bond had just been so newly reawakened.
"Where are you going, Childe," the dark vampire asked in his best Angelus voice.
"Thought maybe Red might need some help scrubbin' some o' those hard to reach spots. We'll talk later Peaches," he called over his shoulder as he raced for the bathroom.
"That we will, my boy," Angel chuckled to himself and laid back with a grin. Unlife was good.
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