SERIES: Passing Time #17

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: Joss owns everyone you know from TV, and I am not he.

RATING: Overall, NC-17...

PAIRINGS: A/W/Liam; S/C

DISTRIBUTION: Charity, Jen:), anyone else I've said yes to for anything...

FEEDBACK: is very, very welcome in my life... and it gets you a dedication!!!

DEDICATIONS: To Di (for the challenge); also to Ali, Eleanor, Caroline, Nutty and Louise... thanks for the feedback!!! Also to Jeannette (for all the work on the site... you're still a GODDESS!!!*VBG*), and to Nat (for the image, and just cuz you're so damned cool!!! ::waves::)

NOTES: 2007. Slutty's dead (YAY!!!). Willow lives in LA with her two Mates-- Angel and Liam (alternate timeline Angel). Spike has come to visit, and things are about to get somewhat... uncomfortable for all involved. Oh, and as usual, * *= emphasis.

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He sat silently in his office, fingers drumming restlessly against the desk as he listened to Wesley and Gunn going on... and on... and *on* about his relationship with his Mates. The two of them had obviously rehearsed their little 'conversation', judging by the fact that in almost an hour of their tag-team babbling, he hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise. Finally, though, they were just repeating themselves, and he stood suddenly, his annoyed roar silencing them completely. "Enough!" he declared, leaning forward, fingers splayed wide on the top of the desk, "I have had *enough*! You're talking-- stupidly, might I add-- about things you know nothing *about*!" He moved swiftly around the desk, glaring fixedly at them, and once he reached them, he shoved them back hard onto the couch behind them. "You've had your chance to talk, and now it's *my* turn!"

Gunn stared up at his friend and boss, wondering how he'd let Wesley talk him into this. Oh, sure, it had *sounded* reasonable enough, but in retrospect...? He shook his head slowly, meeting the vampire's eyes. "Look, man," he began, "I..."

"No!" Angel ground out, still standing there, arms crossed. "You get to *listen* now; *both* of you!" The more he thought about the things the two men had said, the angrier he got, and it took a good minute for him to force his fury down to a manageable level. When he *had*, though, he stepped back, leaning against the solid edge of the desk behind him. "Willow and *Liam*," he hissed, through gritted teeth, "Are *not* a distraction. They are my *Mates*! We *belong* to each other; *with* each other! *Liam*," he continued, emphasizing the name again, "Is *not* a *trick*! He's a Warrior for the Powers, just like *I* am! He's Eternal, and yes, okay, *human*, but Eternal none the less! And as for *Willow*? She's been living here for *years* now, and I *thought* she was your friend! But I've loved her since Sunnydale, and this is *not* some kind of *spell*!" He glared at the dark haired former watcher, his eyes flashing golden for just a moment. "And even if it were," he continued, more softly, "I wouldn't care." He smiled slightly, thinking about his Mates who were still upstairs in bed. "I love them, guys. *Both* of them. And they love *me*, Gods know why. But they're not a distraction," he said again, his voice suddenly hard once more, "And even the *Powers* admit that! They make me fight *harder*! And, okay, so I've been a little... wrapped up in them for the last few days, but... that's what new matings are like." He shook his head quickly, eyes flashing back and forth between the two men. "And just so you know...?" he finished, his anger draining away, "*Mates* is a forever kind of thing. There's no changing it; no going back. Even if I *wanted* to, I couldn't release them. Not without at least one of us dying, anyway. No," he growled, hating even the *thought*, "This is the way things *are*, now, so I suggest that you both either get *used* to it... or find yourselves some new jobs."

Wesley's mind was spinning at the things Angel had just said, and much as he wanted to believe the vampire, he just couldn't see it. Sure, Cordelia had told him-- and Gunn-- about this Liam's arrival in their world, and had shared her thoughts on what was going on with the two dark haired men and the redhead, but... He just didn't see how it was *possible*! In less than a week, his souled vampire boss had gone from being a relatively morose, *brooding* individual, to being a mostly *happy* creature, and there was just no way that that could possibly be *good*! No, he decided, it had to be something this 'Liam' had done! And he wasn't even entirely sure that that was the... *thing's* name! After all, they had only his *word* for it that he was human! Of course, if he said any of that to the vampire before him, he'd find himself out on the street in less than an instant, so... "Yes... well... all right, then," he said, hiding his intent to find out whatever he could to tear the three apart. He stood, moving swiftly to the door. "This, ah... this is going to take a bit of getting used to, you know, so... maybe I should..."

Angel nodded slowly, not sure that he liked the look in Wesley's eyes. "Why don't you take a few days off, Wes?" he said, his tone making it more of a demand than an offer.

The englishman nodded, relieved. "Yes, I'll do that..." He started to turn again, to leave this time, but stopped, looking at his co-worker still sitting on the couch. "Gunn...? Are you coming?"

For his part, Gunn believed what Angel had said. It had only been Wesley's slanted arguments that had made him question the things Cordelia had told them. He realized now, though, that that had been stupid, because... Cordelia was Angel's *Seer*, and if the human version of the souled-one had posed any sort of a threat? Well, *he* was sure that the Powers would have said something to her. Still, the look in Wesley's eyes was almost... deranged, and he suddenly found himself worried about just what might be going on in the other man's head. He pushed himself up from the couch and met Angel's eyes, hoping that the look in his own would communicate his intent to the dark vampire. "Yeah, man," he said quickly, when he saw the light of understanding dawn in Angel's eyes, "I'm right behind you."

Angel sighed deeply once the two men were gone. He didn't know what was wrong with Wesley; the man seemed to be almost irrational! But Gunn would keep an eye on him, and let him know if anything was seriously wrong. After all, it might just be that Wes was still shocked by the changes in the situation. He moved back to his chair and opened the top folder on his desk, wishing he didn't have so much information to go through... after all, he *really* would rather have been with his Mates.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Spike watched from the shadows beneath the stairs as Wussy and Baldy left. He'd been planning on talking to his Sire about Cordelia, but the two humans had beaten him to the Poof by mere moments. He'd considered going back upstairs for a while, but then he'd caught the gist of what the two men were saying to Angel, and sheer amusement had held him in place. They didn't approve of his Sire's Mates? He'd chuckled softly to himself and stayed right where he was, rubbing his hands together gleefully. Oh, Angelus was going to tear them a couple *new* ones! Unfortunately, the ponce had held himself to just words, but still, it had been amusing. Or at least, it had until the humans had walked out into the lobby again, because... that was when he noticed something... strange... about the prissy ex-watcher. Stranger than *usual*, anyway. His brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to identify what the odd smell wafting from the english prick was, and his eyebrows flew almost to his hairline when he recognized it. He flowed swiftly across the lobby, pausing for a moment outside Angel's office door.

Angel sighed softly to himself, listening to his childe's fidgeting. "Come *in*, Spike," he called out impatiently, abandoning the pages he'd been trying to read. He glanced at the door, a slight frown creasing his brow at his boy's tentative entrance. "Well?" he demanded, deciding that as soon as he was done with this, he was going back upstairs. As he'd told Wesley and Gunn, it was still a new Mating... and he wanted to get back to his witch and his human. "Well?" he said again, when the blond only stared at him.

The younger vampire swallowed hard, his eyes closing for just a moment. He'd wanted to ask permission to court the Seer, but... he somehow thought that he needed to tell his Sire about Wussy first. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure that the mighty Poof would even believe him. "Sire..." he said quietly, opening his eyes to meet Angel's deep brown gaze, "I need to ask you something..."

The souled-one sighed again when his boy's voice trailed off. "Go ahead," he said swiftly, the urgency to be with his Mates growing even stronger. "You want to date Cordelia," he supplied into the continuing silence. "Fine. Date her." He stood then, pushing himself away from his desk. "Break her heart, I break your bones. Break her *bones*, I make you *dust*. Any questions?" He tried to brush by the blond, only to be stopped by his hand on his arm. His true face slipped out for just a moment, and he growled softly. "What?"

Spike almost laughed. He'd been so worried about how Angel would react to his interest in the girl, it had never occurred to him that he wouldn't have to fight him over it! But still... "Well, thanks for *that*, mate, but... You know Wussy's gone 'round the bend, right?"

"Meaning?" Angel demanded, his human face re-emerging as he stared into his childe's serious eyes.

"Meaning he's gone wacky as a fruit bat! I could *smell* it on him from across the lobby, and believe me-- after a century or so with *Dru*, it's a smell I'm not likely to forget!"

The dark haired vampire groaned softly, wishing he didn't believe his childe, but... "I was afraid of that... that's why Gunn left with him." He hung his head for a moment before meeting Spike's eyes again. "Unfortunately, there's not much I can do about it right now, but... You brought up an interesting question. What *about* Drusilla? You loved her for a very long time. Are you really ready to get... involved with someone again?" He honestly didn't know, in that moment, whether he was more concerned about his childe or his Seer; the only thing he *did* know was that he didn't want to see either of them hurt.

Spike closed his eyes for almost a full minute before opening them again. "Do you remember when I told you about visiting that fortune-teller back in my human days?"

Angel searched his memory, finally finding the conversation the boy was referring to. "Yes," he finally said, "You went to find out about you and 'the Bitch'..."

The blond nodded, a slight grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. "So you know what she told me. Well, when I... met Dru, I thought that was who she was talking about, but..." He shrugged. "Now, I kind of think that she meant an entirely *different* 'tall, beautiful dark-haired girl, who speaks oddly, and sees more than what is seen by most'." He nodded again, before laughing just a touch bitterly. "All those years, Peaches... wasted! I convinced myself that I loved that crazy whore, and all because she fit the parameters of what some old woman told me was my destiny! It never even *occurred* to me that those words could apply to anyone else! *Never*!" He sighed quietly when his Sire hugged him hard, and stepped back after a moment or two of unasked for-- but welcomed nonetheless-- comfort. He glanced up into Angel's eyes, and almost laughed again-- in amusement this time-- when he saw the warring emotions there. "Go, you great Poof," he chuckled, pushing the man away, "Go to your *Mates*; I'll be *fine*!" He smirked slightly at the older vampire's hesitation, and "Cheerleader'll be here soon, you know," he added.

The souled vampire nodded slowly, and turned quickly towards the stairs, racing to them and up to the third floor. He ignored his childe's loud laughter, wanting only to rejoin his Mates.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Spike laughed again, to himself this time, at the very thought of what was going to happen upstairs in just a few minutes. Of course-- with any luck-- he'd be happily ensconced in his own room soon... with a certain former cheerleader he knew! But he wasn't going to rush things, he told himself. No, he was going to take his time... see what there was, exactly, between him and Cordelia. And if he found that it was more than just an *attraction*...? Well, *then* he'd rush! In the meantime, however, he was going to do exactly what his Sire had said... he was going to *date* her. He almost groaned aloud at the thought of all the roses and dinners he was going to be responsible for providing, but... He really did *like* the girl. Oh, hell, he admitted silently, he'd been fairly well gone over her ever since the whole 'Ring of Amara' thing; he'd just never thought that he'd have a chance. Then the bloody soldier boys had caught him, and he'd *known* it was hopeless. Why would she ever want him when he wasn't even a proper demon anymore? But she did... or at least she *seemed* to; she thought he was a *person*! And he'd be damned if he was going to do *anything* to make her feel otherwise! Still... he wasn't entirely sure that he had it in him... that he could manage to resist the impulse to just... *have* her! No!-- he reminded himself sternly-- She was a *lady*, and he would damned well *treat* her as such! He was so caught up in his internal struggle that he didn't even notice it when the object of his thoughts entered the hotel. It wasn't until he felt her warm, elegant arms wrapping around his waist from behind that he *did*. "Cordelia?!"

She'd had a bitch of a morning. The hot water had given out half way through her shower; the power had gone out shortly thereafter; and when she'd finally managed to walk out the door...? The heel of her shoe had broken! Traffic had been fucked-- four ways to Sunday-- and by the time she'd reached the hotel, she'd been kicking herself for not calling in sick. Of course, that had only lasted until she'd seen the white-blond vampire standing in the lobby. Suddenly, all was right with the world, because... *Spike* was there! She posed for a moment, waiting for him to notice her, and when he didn't even twitch, she looked more closely at him. He was apparently deep in thought, and while ordinarily she would have been pissed that a guy she... *liked*... was ignoring her, she just *wasn't*. In fact, she found herself trying to melt into the shadows-- as she'd seen Angel do at least a thousand times-- so that she could just... *watch* him. It amazed her that he could be so perfectly still. So still that she was convinced birds... she grimaced at the image... No, not birds, but... butterflies-- had there been any in the lobby-- would have landed willingly on him. She watched silently, slowly moving towards him as her heart beat faster and faster, and she wondered whether he'd talked to Angel yet, because... She *wanted* him. She almost thought that maybe she always *had*. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he frowned, and she moved up behind him, unable to keep herself from wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek against his cotton-covered back. Her nose crinkled in sheer delight when he said her name. "Spike," she replied, a slight purr in her voice as her hands slid tentatively over his abdomen.

He wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't dreaming again, because he didn't see how she'd come in without his knowing. Yet she was there, behind him, and her fingers were dancing slowly-- tremblingly-- across his stomach. He could feel her full, heavy breasts pressing against his back... her cheek against his shoulder blade... He could *taste* her in the air! It was almost enough to make him lose what fragile thread of self control he had. "Cordelia..." his said again, the name flying from his lips in a gasp of desperate air, "Luv..." His hands moved to cover hers, and he leaned back against her for barely an instant before pulling away. He swallowed hard, eyes closed, and turned towards her as they opened again. "Morning, pet," he said, trying to sound unaffected.

Cordelia wondered-- for less than a moment-- if he'd found her touch unpleasant. But then she recognized the slight tremor in his voice, and the trembling in his hands, for what they were, and she stepped in closer to him, her hands resting lightly on his waist. "Morning, Spike," she answered, the fingers of one hand dancing up his side. Her breath caught a bit when she saw the swiftly banked heat in his eyes, and she moved her other hand around to his back. "What are you doing... *up*?" she asked, her voice insinuating many things.

Damn, he thought, did she even know what she was doing? Did she have any *idea* of the kind of fire she was playing with? She was touching him... tempting him... making him *crazy*! "I..." he began, his eyes closing when her fingers flexed against his spine, "I had to talk to Angel..."

"*About*?" she demanded, knowing full well that he'd asked his Sire's permission to court her, regardless of what she'd told him the night before. Of course, she wasn't exactly sure of what vampiric 'courtship' involved, but... "Fuck it. Can we be together or *not*! Just *tell* me!" She hated to let him off the hook so easily, but just touching him... "Oh, and if he said 'no'...? Give me a stake and tell me where he went!"

Spike's head fell back, and he laughed hard for a moment. "You're priceless, pet," he said, when he caught his breath. Then he made the mistake of meeting her eyes, and he was lost again. He'd never seen anyone look at him with such raw passion, and... yes, she was a *lady*, but... His lips crashed down onto hers, and he reveled in the almost pained moan she released into his mouth when his tongue drove harshly between her lips. His hands slid ceaselessly up and down her back, pulling her closer and closer to him, and he groaned against her when she thrust her warm, toned belly against the growing bulge in his jeans. "Cordy..." he growled, barely holding on to his human features.

She could hear the warning-- as well as the desire-- in his voice, and she appreciated the fact that he was trying to give her an out, but... She'd made up her mind already; had spent an inordinate number of hours debating the pros and cons, and... "I *want* you," she murmured against his lips. "Demon and all, I *want* you, Spike!" She moaned again when his pale, strong arms lifted her from the floor, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he started carrying her towards the stairs. "Spike..."

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Liam was starting to get just a little bit worried. It wasn't anything *big*, he told himself-- repeatedly and hopefully-- but... something wasn't quite right with Willow. He didn't know exactly why he was so sure of it, but he just *knew*. Her smiles had been sparkling less brightly; her quick, darting motions had become less so; and while her eyes still *danced*, they waltzed, more often than not. He wasn't sure of just what it was, but... *something* was *wrong*! He watched her longingly, one finger tracing slowly down her arm. She was *sleeping* more, too. And yet, she didn't seem to be in pain; didn't complain of fatigue or aches. In fact, she seemed to be almost unaware of the fact that she was slowing down at all! But maybe, he decided, it was just that he and Angel were wearing her out! It was possible, of course, considering the fact that she'd been entirely single for over five years, and then... in the space of less than a week, she had not *one* lover, but *two*... and they were Mated, as well, which meant that they *had* been spending an awful lot of time... *mating*. He nodded to himself, smiling when she rolled towards him, and he covered her hand on his chest with his own. If that was the case, then he'd just have to talk to his other self... make sure that the vampire understood that the girl needed a *break*! He slipped his arm gently around her shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and smiling again at the normality of her body temperature. At least he knew she wasn't getting *sick*. He watched her sleep, a small grin pasted on his lips. She was everything the Willow of his own world had never been... everything he'd never known he wanted. His hand traveled slowly up her arm, and when he looked back at her face, he smiled widely into her open green eyes. "Hey, sleeping beauty," he said softly.

She forced herself to smile back at him, despite the fact that she felt so... queasy. She was still tired, no matter *how* long she'd been asleep, and she was staring to wonder if there was something *really* wrong with her. But she wasn't sweating, or cold... just tired and nauseated. Maybe, she thought hopefully, she was just getting some sort of a stomach bug. "Hey, yourself," she said softly, trying not to move. Of course, that was the moment that their door flew open, and years of fast response to surprises took over. She sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes flying towards the intruder, and she relaxed when she saw that it was Angel. Unfortunately, the quick movement was too much, and she rolled frantically from the bed, one hand clasped hard over her mouth.

Angel watched, eyes wide, as his witch bolted from their bed and dashed to the bathroom. His brow furrowed with concern when he heard the retching sounds she was making, and he dashed after her, fully aware of Liam only one step behind him. It took less than a moment for him to process what he was seeing; then he was crouched beside her, holding her hair while Liam settled on the edge of the tub and stroked her back soothingly. His eyes flew to his human counterpart's, and he mouthed 'What's wrong?', only to remain in the dark when the human shook his head.

Liam was just as unhappy as Angel was. But he'd dealt with sick humans a time or two, which he thought probably put him one up on the vampire. So he just perched there on the cold porcelain, rubbing softly at her spine, until she stopped heaving and straightened up a bit. "Will...?" he said softly, almost whispering, "You okay?"

If her eyes hadn't been red and swollen and tight, she would have rolled them. As it was, though, she only flashed a disgusted glance at him before trying to get to her feet. Her equilibrium was shot to hell, though, when Angel started to sweep her up into his arms. "Oh, Gods..." she choked out, struggling from his grasp and sinking down again to retch yet more bile into the waiting toilet.

All he'd wanted to do was *help* her! He'd seen her trying to stand, and he'd thought that it would be a *good* thing if he carried her back to the bedroom! He stared down at her heaving form, and cursed the impulse that had made her feel even worse. His hand moved to her hair again, and he stroked it lightly, even while keeping it clear of the mess. "I'm sorry, love," he murmured over and over, "I'm sorry..." It felt like an eternity before she finally stopped and sat up nearly straight. "Willow...?" he said quietly, "Can I... what can I do?"

She sighed softly, and forced herself to stand. "Well," she said weakly, "Unless you've suddenly become the Warrior of fighting nasty evil *germs*..." She shook her head wearily. "I'm sorry, Angel. Maybe you could... help me back to bed? *Help*! Not *carry*, okay?" She sighed again, almost happily, when his strong, thick arm wrapped around her waist, and sighed again when an identical arm-- although this one was naked and warm-- surrounded her from the other side. The next thing she knew, she was tucked firmly beneath the blankets, with her two Mates-- one on either side-- looking at her in despair. It was almost enough to make her giggle, but... with the way she was still feeling, she thought that might be a bad idea. "I'm okay, guys," she said softly, "*Really*! I just... caught some kind of stomach flu. I'll probably feel like *hell* for a couple days, but... then I'll be *fine*!" She tried desperately to keep her own uncertainty of that from her eyes, and decided that she'd succeeded when they didn't dispute her words. "Ummm... maybe you could get me some tea or something?" Once again she wanted to giggle; this time at the speed with which they both rose from the bed, promising to be back soon with every kind of tea they could lay their hands on. Once they were gone, though, her smile faded. She'd had stomach bugs before; she knew what they felt like... and that wasn't what this was. No; *this* was something else entirely, but she didn't know *what*... and ultimately, *that* was the problem.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

His mind was spinning, even as he carried her to his room. Most of that was due to the slick, hot tongue playing up and down his neck, and the rest of it was definitely because of that same tongue's random plunges into his ear. He could feel her legs clenched hard around his waist, and Gods help him if he wasn't harder than he'd ever been in his entire existence, because... She actually knew what she was doing! She wasn't drunk, or stoned, or even insane! No, Cordelia knew *exactly* what she was doing, and... she *wanted* him, and... that was an entirely new sensation. To be wanted by a smart, beautiful, *sane* woman; one whom *he* wanted just as badly...? It was... intoxicating! He was barely willing to take one hand from her to open the door, but he managed it somehow, and then they were in his room, and the door was closed and locked behind them, and... "Cordelia..." he murmured, setting her feet down on the floor and staring into her shining brown eyes, "Are... are you *sure* about this, luv...? I mean, I can *wait*, you knummmph..."

Her entire body was humming, just waiting for his touch, and when he'd set her down, she'd thought 'Finally!'. Of course, then he'd had to go trying to be all noble, and... she wasn't having it! She pressed herself against him, her lips cutting off his words, and she groaned happily at the sensation of his long, cool fingers sliding under her shirt. Her own hands moved in similar fashion, and she pulled away from his mouth for just long enough to pull the black t-shirt over his head.

He honestly couldn't believe that this was happening. Oh, he'd thought about it... plenty!... But he'd always assumed that it would take a good long while before she wanted him as much as he did her! But her lips were against his, and her tongue was sweeping repeatedly through his mouth, and she'd taken off his shirt! His hands roamed restlessly up and down her back, under her top, and he tried desperately to find a way to remove it without breaking their kiss. Finally, he moved his fingers to her shoulders, and pushed the thin straps down her arms. He moaned hard against her when the stretchy fabric slipped down from her breasts and he finally felt the hard points of her nipples against his skin.

She wasn't entirely sure that she would live through this. Her heart was racing, her breath was coming in short, ragged pants, and she honestly thought that if she didn't feel him naked against her *soon*, she might actually *die*! She pulled her arms from the small loops of fabric which had once held her top up, and wrapped them once again around Spike's beautiful torso. Of course, that was the moment her body chose to notice the throbbing against her stomach, and she pulled back slightly, her lips still connected to his as she fumbled at his jeans.

If his eyes hadn't already been closed, they would have rolled back in his head! She was actually... *Cordelia* was...! Her hot, slender fingers were at the waist of his pants, pushing the button through its hole, working the zip, and... Her lips were still hard against his, and... he was *free*! He barely kept himself from pulling her hard against him, but she was working the tight jeans down his thighs, and her tongue was driving deep into his mouth, dancing with his, and... His fingers made quick work of the fastenings of her skirt, and when it slid to the floor, he groaned, deep and long, and stepped forward into her.

She could almost have died happy right then, but... while she could feel him pressed tightly to her, he was still separated from her by the thin layer of silk that her panties comprised. None the less, she arched her back, her lips slipping from his and down onto his neck. His skin tasted of something she didn't recognize... almost a licorice flavour, and Gods help her, she wanted *more*! But they'd been dancing around each other for four days now, and she'd had enough of foreplay! Her hands slid from his skin, and she quickly pushed her own underwear down her legs before pressing herself against his cool body once more. "Spike..." she sighed, loving the feel of him.

He truly couldn't help it. When he felt her coarse curls against his skin, his true face slipped out. "Cordy..." he growled, eyes flashing gold at her, and he waited to see what she'd do, now that she was confronted with the truth of the demon... in *this* situation.

Cordelia stared at him for just a moment, her eyes wide. But she'd known-- from the first time she'd seen him-- that he was a vampire... she'd seen him in his 'game face' many a time, and... she'd be *damned* if she was going to let that stop her! Her hands continued to roam randomly over his cool, hard flesh, and she sighed softly, pulling his sharp-toothed mouth to hers. "Spike..." she moaned, just before sliding her tongue carefully between his lips. She could feel the barely restrained growl deep in his chest, and she made it her business to draw it out. Her hands slid down his back, coming to rest on his tight, firm ass, and when she grasped his cheeks harshly...? She smiled, because that growl finally flew loudly from his lips.

He knew his eyes were wide and golden, but he just couldn't seem to care, because... she was kissing him-- despite his true appearance-- and she was holding him tightly, her hands clutching hard at his ass, and... her naked, luscious body was pressed hard against him, and... this might not have been what his Sire had meant by 'dating' the girl, but it was for damned sure what was he was doing! His own hands moved slowly up and down her back for a moment or three before sliding smoothly to her sides, and when his fingers slipped up, brushing the sides of her breasts, he moaned into her mouth. "Cordelia..." He moved his hands again, cupping her fullness, and he stabbed his tongue even deeper into her mouth when she groaned at the sensation of his fingers pinching lightly at her nipples.

He was making her crazy, and she *knew* it! His cool, hard flesh against her was almost more than she could stand, and when he started to roll her tight buds between his fingers, she'd had *enough*! Unfortunately, the bed was just too far away, but... she wasn't averse to the floor, she reminded herself... or at least, not with *Spike*! She wrapped her tongue around his again, just as she wrapped one foot around his ankle and *pushed*! She giggled to herself when his hands slid around her back, and she fell to the floor with him, her long, lush body pressed tightly to his.

He forced himself not to growl, but it was difficult, because... she was only an inch or so away from taking him! She was being forceful, and demanding, and... so much more than he'd ever dared to *hope* she would be! She had him almost pinned to the floor, and her tight, naked body was laying hard on him, and he could feel the moisture seeping from her core, and... he had to have her! He had no idea of how he was going to manage to give her all the foreplay she deserved, and he gasped loudly-- just before growling deep and low in his chest-- when she moved slightly and slid her perfect hot center down onto his turgid flesh.

Her eyes were wide as she forced herself to take *all* of him in. Sure, she'd *felt* him against her, but... that was entirely different from feeling him *within* her, and... he was bigger than she'd thought! But he was still Spike, and... she thought she could get used to being filled almost to the breaking point! She felt his growl nearly as much as she heard it, and her round brown eyes focused intently on his equally wide golden ones as she began to move.

His long, slender fingers tightened wickedly on her sweet, smooth hips, and he bent his knees, giving her some support-- and himself some more mobility. His eyes fastened tightly on hers, and he gasped when her hands covered his nipples and she began... sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. His fingers slipped slowly up her sides, pausing for a moment to lightly trace her ribs, and he cupped her full breasts in his eager palms. "Luv..." he groaned, thrusting up into her tight, wet heat. He could feel her body becoming hotter around him as she moved, and finally squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to make this perfect moment last.

Cordelia almost couldn't believe that she was so *close*, and after only moments! But she'd never been stretched so well before; and she'd never truly thought about the fact that more than a hundred years was bound to teach a guy a thing or two, but... obviously, it *had*! She stared wildly into his ridged face, moving smoothly and quickly upon his rock hard shaft, and she could feel herself starting to shake inside each time her swollen clit rubbed fiercely against his short, coarse hairs, and... Her hands moved from his chest, joining his on her breasts, and she pulled his perfect fingers from her before leaning down and pressing her mouth tightly to his neck. She could feel the scream building in her lungs, and when he growled-- low and deep-- into her ear, she moaned hard against him.

His hips were bucking up off the floor so hard, he didn't think he'd even *touched* it for the last few minutes. But he was definitely touching *her*, and doing it *well*-- if her moans were any indication! And they'd *better* be, he realized, because... Her velvet core was grasping hard at him, and her perfect, toned flesh was pressing down on him, and her lips were on his skin, and... she was *sucking* his *neck*! His hands slid from hers, and he found himself clutching hard at her hips again, trying to slow her movements. Of course, it didn't do much good, seeing as he was still pistoning wildly up into her, and then he felt her tightening almost painfully around him, and she was shrieking against his skin, and her teeth... *bit* *into* *him*, almost hard enough to draw blood, and... He was *gone*! He arched off the floor so hard that if he hadn't been holding her tightly to him, she probably would have flown off, and he growled-- so loudly his throat hurt-- as he came deeper within her than he thought he'd ever been in *anyone*!

It had been his hands on her hips that had done it. Well, that and the way he was... thrusting himself deep and hard up into her. She'd never known anything like it, and she hadn't been able to resist the impulse to bite him. Fortunately, he'd enjoyed it-- if the cool seed filling her was any indication-- and it had been his shouted growl that had finally pushed her to her limits. She could feel him still pulsing within her; feel his fingers still tight on her hips; feel the small tremors still racing through his body, and her own. "Spike...!" she sighed out breathlessly, finally releasing his skin from between her teeth, only to whimper softly when he shifted them, and... She was suddenly staring up into his golden eyes as he began moving within her again, more slowly this time. "Spike...?"

He tried to chuckle, but it came out as more of a moan. His hands moved to the floor beside her, and he propped himself up, meeting her liquid brown eyes as he moved slowly... deeply... fully inside her. "You... you didn't... think that was... *it*... did you, luv?" he managed to say, before words were lost in the primal urge to show her exactly whose she was. And she *would* know, he vowed silently... even if it took all day and all night, she'd *know*!

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They'd stopped briefly at Liam's old room so the human could put some clothes on, both of them glad that their... *activities* had interfered so many times with the transfer of *his* things to *their* room. That had only taken a moment, though, and less than three minutes after they'd left their girl, they were in the kitchen, arguing about which kind of tea she would prefer. Their hearts weren't in it, however, because each man was convinced that Willow had been lying to them.

"No," Liam announced, "She likes Earl Grey..." Of course, he really had no idea of whether she did or not, but... Something was wrong with Willow! He *knew* it! And whatever it was, she was worried, herself! If she hadn't been, she wouldn't have acted so sure about her 'stomach flu' theory! No, there was definitely something more to it. He'd seen *his* world's Willow with stomach viruses before, and... Damn it, that just wasn't the way her body acted! And sure, this was an entirely different girl, but... the bodies were identical! They even had the same allergies! He didn't know what was going on, but he was for *damned* sure going to find out! "Chicken soup!" he declared.

Angel's demon was screaming inside him. Their woman was hiding something, and *it* knew it, even if the *soul* didn't want to admit it! Willow *hated* tea! No, there was something *very* wrong here! The demon growled, rattling the bars of its cage, and it only calmed slightly when it felt the same knowledge suffusing the soul it was now forever subordinant to. It calmed more, however, when it felt the granite determination to get to the bottom of things... to find out what was wrong, and *fix* it!

"Chicken soup?" Angel repeated slowly, "What?"

"Chicken soup is good for sick people, Angel," Liam said, pretending patience, "And Willow's sick, so... chicken soup! Of course," he rushed on, "I don't think you have any here, so why don't I go out for some?" He dashed towards the kitchen door, and was almost halfway across the lobby, when the vampire's voice halted him.

"Liam!" Angel called, suddenly understanding, "Hold on!" He jogged quickly to his Mate, and pulled out his wallet. "Can't buy *soup* with no money, can you?"

The human's lips quirked slightly as he accepted the folded bill from his vampire. "Sorry," he said smoothly, "Wasn't thinking." He grabbed him in a fierce hug, kissing him swiftly but thoroughly. "Thanks. I'll be back soon."

The tall, dark haired vampire smirked slightly. "Fine," he said, patting Liam's cheek softly. "Oh, and tell *Mathry* I said 'hello'."

"How did you..."

"You think I'm not gonna be on the phone the minute you're gone?"

Human and vampire exchanged knowing looks, and separated, each heading towards their chosen tasks. Between the two of them, they figured, they'd find out what was going on with their witch... or they'd die trying.

End.
 

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