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Willow felt something brush against her nose. She lazily batted at empty air, then threw her arm back over her head. The irritating tickle returned just moments later. Her hand flew up to her face quickly, and her grumbled complaint was drowned out by a husky chuckle. Sleepy green eyes blinked into the darkness, then squinted as the overhead light was turned on.
Spike sat on the edge of the bed, a strand of her hair in hand, this time tickling her chin. Angel stood at the doorway, where he had turned on the light.
"Wakey, wakey, pet," Spike murmured in his sexy baritone. He leaned down and kissed her softly. "I think you’re about ready for a midnight snackin'."
"Mmmmm. That’s nice," Willow whispered sleepily, then wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck. "Did you kill it?"
She felt his laughter against her neck, rather than heard it. "Oh, it’s dead, Red. No doubt about that."
Willow heard the amusement in his voice and took an instant to really take a good look at Angel. He still stood in the doorway, watching the two of them on the bed wistfully. He also happened to be dripping.
"Angel, is it raining?"
"Only mucus, Little One. Spike got a good hit in on the demon. Unfortunately, I was in the line of fire."
"Oh, so you’re all. . .that stuff dripping is. . .eeeewwww!!!" The redhead felt her stomach protest. "You’re like a big walking used tissue." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Which is why I’m here, with you, pet, and why Peaches there is headed for the shower." Spike grinned over his shoulder at Angel, who grimaced and gingerly plucked his shirt away from his body.
"I still think you did it on purpose," the slimy vampire grumbled, making his way toward the bathroom.
"Not my fault you didn’t duck in time," Spike cheerily called after him.
Once the door was closed and they both heard the shower start, Willow looked up at him. "You did do it on purpose, didn’t you?"
Spike waggled his eyebrows at her. "What do you think, luv?"
"You’re impossible," she rolled her eyes.
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Angel stepped out of the shower feeling exceedingly grateful for the inventions of hot running water, soap and shampoo. If he had scrubbed his skin any harder, he might have just hit muscle and bone. He toweled off leisurely, tilting his head to listen for sounds from the next room. He heard Spike’s low steady voice and an occasional giggle or yawn from Willow. Angel threw on his robe and smiled when he smelled Willow’s scent clinging to it.
He exited the bathroom to find Spike sitting with his back against the headboard with their witch curled up on her side, head resting on his lap. Spike was leisurely running his fingers through her soft tresses and Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen the blond as at peace as he was at that moment. He strolled over to his bed and curled up behind Willow, kissing her neck softly.
She smiled over her shoulder at him and he lightly kissed her lips. "Feeling better? No more ewie drippage?"
He glared at Spike who attempted to muffle his snort of laughter. "Much better, Willow. And what about you? How do you feel?"
"OK, I guess," she replied with a yawn. "Sleepy." She nuzzled her face against Spike's thigh.
Angel looked up at his grand-childe. "Have you. . .?"
He shook his head. "No. We've just been talkin'. Red, luv, before you go back to sleep we should probably have that little midnight snack I mentioned. Let you at least sleep through part of the night."
"Mmm-kay," she whispered, already half asleep.
Spike smiled down at her innocent expression. She looked so bloody young. How had she survived this long? He thanked a God he no longer laid any claim to every day that she was here, and with him. His eyes darkened as he watched Angel snuggled in closer behind her and trail his tongue over her exposed throat. He had never thought that he would be able to share Willow with the Poof, but watching them together lately never brought to mind the jealousy that raged through him when Angelus would steal Dru away from him for days at a time. Watching Willow with Angel only aroused him. They were beautiful together, and besides, he knew how his Red felt about him. She had told him she loved him.
Angel's eyes met Spike's as his face morphed. Gently he sank his fangs into Willow's throat, pulling slow mouthfuls of hot blood from her pale skin. She felt his erection pressing against her from behind. Instinctively she ground back against him, moaning softly as she felt the erotic tug at her neck. Angel's hand slid up under her loose tank and cupped a soft breast, teasing the nipple into a taut peak.
"Save some for me," Spike mumbled softly as he gently moved out from under the other two. He laid down facing Willow so she was ensconced between the two vampires. Her face was flushed, lips parted as she breathed softly through her mouth. Startling green eyes opened to find cobalt blue staring back at her. She watched as he slid her top higher and exposed her breasts. Fangs elongated and Willow felt the gentle pinpricks of them entering her skin.
She cradled Spike's head against her chest and ran a finger lightly across his ridges, causing him to purr. She wasn't sure when it happened, but the next thing Willow became aware of was the fact that she was no longer wearing any clothes and neither were her vampires.
"Hmmm, so much for a full night's sleep," she whispered, feeling both enter her gently.
It wasn't until the first rays of dawn washed over LA that any of them finally got to sleep.
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