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Shanna
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He heard the screams. Spike had just reentered the hotel from the sewers, when the screams of his grand-sire and witch pierced his ears and instilled fear in his demon. The blond flew up the stairs, and by the time he made it to Peaches’ room, he could hear the Poof’s mini-breakdown start. He stopped in the doorway and watched Willow gently rock his grand-sire in her arms as he cried bloody tears on her neck and shoulder.
It unnerved him a bit, he’d rightly admit. He’d never seen Angel, or even Angelus show this kind of emotion before. The red head’s eyes rose up to meet his and she offered him a reassuring smile. She mouthed the words "It worked," and he understood.
Spike moved further into the room and sat on the other side of Angel. He didn’t know what to do with himself. His gaze flitted from the sobbing master vampire being rocked in the arms of a petite girl to the ceiling and about the room in general. A small hand on his arm grabbed his attention, and he looked down at Willow. She tugged on the sleeve of his duster, indicating he should lie down with them.
The blond vampire’s eyes reflected his confusion, until it hit him. Red wanted him to comfort the Poof! No bloody way in hell. He was the Big Bad. A master vampire in his own right. Demons feared him! There was nothing on Satan's earth that could make him. . .Awww, why was she lookin’ at him like that? What was it the moron called it? Her ‘Resolve Face’?
She tugged at his sleeve again, a bit harder. No. He was not going to. . .did she just stick her lower lip out? She was pouting at him now? Spike’s eyes begged her to just let this go, but she was tugging insistently on his sleeve now, trying to yank him down. Oh, soddin’. . .it’s tremblin’. That little lip is quiverin’ like she’s gonna cry. Oh, fuck it!
Spike flung himself down on the bed behind Angel and wrapped his arm around the shaken man. The look he shot Willow let her know, she owed him big for this one.
Angel felt his grand-childe’s presence in the room with them, but was surprised to feel his body pressed against his back and a leather clad arm around his waist. He turned a face stained with blood tinged tears to face him. The blonde looked nervous at his close inspection. Angel cupped his cheek and leaned up to kiss him.
"Thank you, William," he whispered hoarsely. "I know how hard this was for you."
Uncomfortable with the emotions his grand-sire’s words evoked, Spike answered the only way he know how. . .with sarcasm. "Not bloody hard for me. I’m not the one who had to shag your arse," he mumbled. "Red here’s the one made the sacrifice for the ‘greater good’."
Angel turned back to the redhead who was smiling at the blonde vampire with affection as well as exasperation. He cupped her cheek, regaining her attention and told her, his voice deep with emotion, "Thank you so much Willow. I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me."
"Yes you can, and I have the perfect way," the witch replied, a teasing glint in her green eyes.
Spike and Angel were both curious about her selected form of payment. "How?" The dark vampire pushed a strand of hair back from her forehead.
Willow leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. "Be happy, Angel. The Powers have given you a way to keep your soul and allow you happiness. Allow yourself what they’re offering you. Promise me?"
"Can’t I just promise not to brood so much," he asked, frowning. He didn’t think he was far enough into his redemption to deserve happiness. "Cordy would be fine with less brooding, I think."
The redhead rolled her eyes and gripped his face between her hands. Green eyes bore into brown as she whispered fiercely, "Be. Happy." She kissed him harder to emphasize her point.
Spike watched his Red kiss Angel, then closed his eyes. He began to back away from the naked pair on the bed, but that small hand had grabbed hold of his sleeve again. He turned his head to find them both looking at him.
"Where do you think you’re going, Mister," the redhead asked, trying to appear stern.
"I just thought I’d leave the two lovebirds alone for a little private time." He hadn’t meant for that to come out sounding so. . .bitter.
"What if we don’t want left alone," Angel asked softly, raising an eyebrow at his wary grand-childe.
"Yeah," Willow nodded her agreement. "What if we want there to be three lovebirds?"
Spike’s gaze wavered between the two of them, wary and unsure. Willow knelt on the bed and crawled over Angel, heedless of her naked state. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head to kiss him slow and soft. "I love you," she whispered against his lips. "Please stay."
The blonde turned unconvinced eyes on the other vampire on the bed, then looked back at the redhead. "You’ve got the poof. What do you need me for? He’s got a soul and all. I’m just a demon," he pushed the words past his lips in a painful whisper.
"Maybe I’m greedy," she teased.
Willow looked closely at Spike and felt his pain and fear of loss at the fringes of their bond. Now was not the time for joking, she realized. She pushed his duster off his shoulders, tugged his T-shirt aside and did the only thing she could think of that the demon would understand. She bit hard, breaking skin, and drew blood into her mouth. She suckled lightly and tried not to think about the fact that she was making a conscious effort to drink his blood.
Spike jumped at the unexpected pain. Gripping his Red’s waist, he then slid a hand up to tangle in her fiery tresses. The feel of her mouth on him, drinking his blood, combined with the pain was exquisite. Glazed blue eyes opened when the vampire felt Willow pull away. He felt himself harden when he saw her pink lips stained with his blood.
"Mine," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
"Yours," Spike moaned in reply.
When the kiss broke, Willow was panting for air.
"Come to bed, Spike," she urged, sliding the duster off his arms.
He stripped and crawled into bed, laying down on Willow’s other side. She and the Poof were still cuddled close, and his grand-sire had calmed down. The three lay together, quietly talking about the soul being bound, and how Angel could feel the difference.
The demon and soul had somewhat merged, with the soul being dominant. He was one entity now. Spike could see a bit more of his grand-sire at the forefront when he spoke and wondered how that would affect the poof’s personality in the long run.
Finally Angel dozed off, his head resting on Willow’s chest, an arm draped over her waist, and the blond thought his witch had fallen into sleep as well. If her deep steady breathing and heartbeat were any indication.
Cool fingers reached up to trace the bite mark left on his neck by the redhead, which had already begun to heal. Spike buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling Willow’s scent. He laid a hand on her hip and spooned his body tightly to her. Maybe she really would need him after all.
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