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Shanna
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Willow sat there, thinking very unsexy thoughts about England. 'England, right. Cricket. . . St. Paul's Cathedral. . . Queen Elizabeth, oh good one! Prince Charles, hey even better. Big Ben, oh no, bad. Phallic symbol. Ummm, hurry, think, oh those funny guards with the big furry hats. . .'
Angel was trying to maintain his own detachment from the situation. One hand held the witch's hair away from her neck, the other rested on the mattress on her other side. As he suckled at the wound, his thoughts were more along the line of 'Chaos demon, dripping slime from its antlers. . . Delia's coffee. . . Wesley in a speedo. . . Xander in a speedo, ok maybe that one went a little too far. My stomach's a little on the queasy side now. . . A Grekinar demon covered in its own yellow mucus. Ahhh, much better. . .'
Spike for his part, held Willow's head to his shoulder, one hand reaching down to tear hers away from the sheets and hold it gently, rubbing circles on the back of it. He kept a close eye on his grand-sire. So far the Poof was controlling himself remarkably well. The blond could appreciate the effort it took. He knew what Willow's blood tasted like. On a scale of 1 to 10, her life's essence was an 11. Her hand clenched at his like a lifeline. Trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity as Angel's cool lips pressed against her skin.
It was interesting actually, how she could feel his fangs sliding in and out of her neck with each draw of his mouth, allowing the blood to flow more freely. Hmmm, it was almost an imitation of. . . Oh no! Not going there. Not again. Not this witch. Oh pooh! Too late. Her breathing had increased and she felt her body tingle below her waist and her nipples pebble as she focused now on the sounds of Angel feeding from her, the wet suckling noise he made as he drew the blood from her body.
Spike sensed the change. Hell, he could smell her. He tilted her head up to look at him, urging her to open her eyes. "How're you doin', pet?"
Glazed over green eyes opened slowly to find herself being pinned in place by Spike's intense gaze. "I'm fine, thanks. . .I think. . . I mean, . . .ohhhhh Goddess!" she moaned in a combination of frustration and desire.
Both men felt themselves harden at her words, at the tone of her voice. Angel let forth a growl that he'd been holding in as he drank eagerly from the redhead, leaning in closer to her body. Spike lightly touched his lips to those of his witch, meant merely to be a reassuring peck, but changed as Willow's lips parted and pressed tightly up to his. Her warm mouth opened like a flower to him, so the blond tangled his fingers in her red locks and began an earnest assault on the young woman. His tongue slid in, plundering her mouth, tasting her, tangling with her own.
Willow pulled her hand from Spike's grasp and used it to pull him closer as their kiss escalated in passion. Angel opened golden eyes to see his grand-childe and the redhead involved in a heated embrace and groaned against her soft skin as he smelled the arousal of all three of them filling the air in the room. The dark vampire's hand resting on the bed slid up to rest on Willow's upper thigh, lightly squeezing and massaging the tense muscles there. He could smell and taste Spike's claim on the girl, but unlike the blond, Angel found it to be intoxicating.
Spike's hand slid down from his witch's face to lightly tease over her collarbone, tracing patterns only known to him. Then he reached for the first button on her blouse. He opened the first several until he parted the thin dark green cotton blouse, allowing his fingers to slip in and squeeze her breast. He growled lightly as he encountered her bra, but moved to slip his cool digits beneath the satin of it until he found her warm taut nipple. He proceeded to lightly pinch, tug and tease the sensitive nubbin until the redhead was writhing on the bed and arching into his touch.
Angel growled, feeling Willow moving beneath his lips, her fingers playing with the nape of his neck. He crawled up further onto the bed, moving to straddle her thigh, grinding his erection mindlessly against it. His free hand slipped between her thighs to cup the redhead's soft mound through her jeans. He caressed and massaged her, rubbing the seam of her pants against her clit, feeling the warm aromatic dampness seep through the heavy material. The witch ground up against his hand, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her mouth only to be captured by Spike's lips.
The chipped vamp was eager to feel Willow's touch and gently removed her fingers from his bleached locks, urging her hand lower down his body, guiding her to his swollen member pressing against his jeans. Her fingers felt him through the black denim, tentatively sliding up and down, measuring his length, causing Spike to groan in ecstasy.
Three bodies writhed against each other on Willow's bed, shuddering at each touch and caress provided by the other. The two vampires smelled her blood and lust, listened to the redhead's harsh breathing and racing heart, sensing she was close to exploding. Fiery green eyes opened, pinning Spike with their heat. "Drink me," she commanded breathlessly against his mouth.
The blond moaned in frustration. "Luv, you know I can't, unless Peaches moves his arse and let's me suck some of your lovely blood down."
Angel growled his disapproval of the suggestion, buried his face further into Willow's fragrant neck and gyrated his hips harder, rubbing his throbbing length against her knee.
"I invite you to drink me Spike," she said very clearly, emphatically. "Please, try!" She cried softly as her throbbing center began to clench at Angel's insistent torturous touches.
An invite. He was being invited to drink of his witch. Blue eyes turned golden and smooth forehead became ridged. Fangs protracted and he drew back, ripping her blouse from her shoulder, then sinking into the softest, palest skin he'd ever had the privilege of violating. And then. . .no pain. Spike groaned when he realized Willow's invitation, her need to feel him drinking from her, overrode the chip's programming. He drew deeply of her blood, rocking his hips, reaching down and pressing her fingers to his pulsing member, grunting against her warm flesh as he came. His body trembled from bleached hair to booted feet with pleasure as he spilled his cool seed within his jeans.
As Spike's fangs entered her shoulder and she felt the draw of two mouths upon her willing flesh, the redhead shuddered. Her body contracted its own release against Angel's probing fingers. She cried out her delight, her body bucking on the bed, clutching and squeezing at Spike's spasming shaft. The movement caused her leg to rub tightly against Angel's straining member and the dark vampire roared his release against her neck as he ground harshly against her knee and thigh.
The three collapsed together on the bed. Willow looked down to find herself the center of a vamp sandwich, one on each side laving at their bite marks, sipping at the trickling blood quite contentedly. She was floating on a sea of pleasurable sensations. Her mind was detached from her body and all she could do at that moment was feel. She pulled them both close, snuggling between them, feeling heavy arms wrap about her waist and legs drape over hers as they sank into a sexually induced slumber, bodies sated, minds not ready to face the consequences of their actions just yet.
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Downstairs Cordelia laid down her Cosmo to answer the ringing phone.
"Angel Investigations. We help the. . .Oh, it's you. Hey, Buffy. What's going on? . . . She didn't? . . . And she was supposed to call you when? . . . Well, I'm sure she just forgot. . . In case you didn't notice, the girl's kind of got other things on her mind right now, like the fact that my boss has started looking at her like an all you can eat vampire buffet. . . Of course I'm joking. He's really worried about her, but he promised me just a little while ago that he's trying to be extra gentle when he munches on her. . .No, of course not *literal* munching. . . Look, why don't I just take the phone up to her and if she's not sleeping you can talk to her. If she is, I'll have her call you back when she wakes up, ok?"
The seer was already halfway down the hall to Willow's room and rolling her eyes at the Slayer's mother hen attitude. "Buffy, don't worry about it. Wesley's got calls in all over the world looking for the cure for this thing. We'll have Willow back on the Hellmouth, all nice and excess blood free in no time flat. Trust me, there are no problems here."
Cordelia saw the half opened door of Willow's room and peeked her head in. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two vamps wrapped around the witch, obvious wet stains on the fronts of their pants, two bite marks now marring the redhead's neck and shoulders and contented smiles on each of their faces as they slept.
"Buffy, I've got to go. . . No, she's sleeping. She'll call you back later. Bye." Without giving the slayer time to protest, the ex-cheerleader hung up and took off like a bat out of hell for downstairs and skidded to a halt in the former watcher's office.
"Wesley, we've got a problem!"
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