"I refuse to step foot into that store." Willow crossed her arms over her
chest. "Nope. Not budging."

Cordy rolled her eyes and sighed, exasperated with her friend. "Willow, stop
being such a baby. Even if you don't want anything, I'd like to go in there.
Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to go into some kind of kinky place.
It's just LEATHER."

Willow pouted. "Fine," she relented, "but you owe me."

"Whatever." Cordy dragged her through the door and then turned back to
Willow, eyes wild with excitement. Before Willow knew what was happening she
was holding a whole armful of leather everything to try on. "Cordy," she
whined, "I don't want to wear this stuff. I don't like it."

Cordy snickered. "Maybe you don't like it, but Spike'll drop dead - deader
-," she corrected, "when he sees you."

"Cordy!" Willow reprimanded. "I told you, nothing's going on between Spike
and I, and nothing will be going on with Spike and I. We're just friends.
Hell, at this point, not even that. Okay?"

Cordy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Wills, just try the stuff on, alright? You
should complain less! It's not like you're paying for it!" Cordy shoved
Willow into the dressing room. "Now I don't want you coming out until you
have the first outfit on!"

"But-" Willow protested.

"Do it!" Roared Cordy, and Willow dare not decline.

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

Angel was sipping a mug of heated blood when he heard a pounding on the
door. "Coming," he called. Knowing it was Spike, he got up and leisurely
made his way to the door.

He unlocked and opened the door, being careful to stay over the threshold.
Spike threw himself in, or attempted to, anyway- he smacked straight into
the invisible barrier and was sent sprawling to the floor.

Angel couldn't contain his laughter at his obviously distraught childe.
Spike recovered quickly and stood up, eyes flashing. "You bleedin' wanker,
let me in right this second."

Angel looked pensive. "Let me just think about that for a moment. Uh, *no*!"

Spike growled. "Dammit, Peaches, *please* let me," he ground out.

"Give me one reason why I should, Spike. Huh? One reason."

"Because," Spike whispered, "I love her. I need to see her. Please."

Angel relented. "Come in, Spike."

Spike ran through the doorway. "Willow?" He called. "Willow, where are you?"
No one answered. He turned to Angel. "Where is she, you wanker?"

"She's out shopping with Cordelia. They'll be back in a bit. Blood?" Angel
offered.

Spike nodded. He dropped into one of the seats at the kitchen table, beating
his head against the smooth wood. "Look at me, Peaches, I'm whipped. I bet
you're laughing up a storm inside that head of yours. Look at how pathetic
Spike is! He's in love!" Spike mocked himself.

Angel couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen his childe act like this in many,
many years. He really was in love with the diminutive redheaded witch.

"Peaches, you gotta help me."

Angel arched an eyebrow at Spike. "Help you how?" He passed the younger
vampire a mug of blood, which Spike greedily gulped down.

"I don't know," Spike mumbled. "I just figured that since you've got a lot
of experience in being whipped, you'd know what I should do. I mean, how to
act, what to say, you know.." he trailed off.

"Hey," protested Angel, "you'd better watch what you say, seeing as how
you're practically begging me for my help, here. I could throw you out on
your ass faster than you can say 'fuck'."

Spike glared at his sire. "Bite me."

Angel rose out of his chair and moved over to Spike threateningly, pinning
the blond between his hard body and the wall. "Watch what you ask for."

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

"Umm, Cordy?" Came the tiny voice from inside the stall a few minutes later.

"Yeap?" Cordy tapped her foot impatiently. "Are you ready yet?"

"I don't think that this is supposed to be so. tight."

Cordy laughed at the girl's leather ignorance. "Wills, just come out here
and let me see it. I'm sure that it fits just fine."

The lock of the stall turned and Willow stepped out. Cordy's heart skipped
two beats before dropping to the pit of her stomach. "Whoa."

Willow blushed bright red. "See, I knew it was bad." She turned to run back
into the stall but Cordy caught her wrist before she could. "Nuh uh. You
look- wow. Hot, Wills, you look hot. Spike's gonna explode when he sees
you."

Willow was dressed in a pair of curve-hugging black lace up leather pants
and a black leather spagetti strap tank top that ended a few inches below
her breasts. "Cordy, I don't think this outfit is very me. I don't know.."
she trailed off, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously.

Cordy mulled over that for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. "Get back into
your normal clothes. I've got an idea."

Willow swallowed warily but did as Cordelia instructed her to do. She
changed back into her jeans and sweatshirt and walked out carrying the
outfit. Cordy grabbed the set and threw the shirt back onto the clothes
rack. Then she grabbed the pants and dragged Willow to the cashier. "Here,"
she chucked the pants at the poor man working the register, "we'll take
these." Cordy paid for them with Angel's credit card quickly and was off
again, leaving Willow running to catch up with her friend.

The next store they entered was much more Willowesque. Cordy spotted what
she was looking for immediately and paid for it before Willow even knew what
it was. Then she dragged Willow to one of the women's restrooms and shoved
Willow into a stall with the clothing bags. "Put those on," she ordered,
"we're going to see Angel and then we're bringing you home so Spike can
grovel at your feet."

"Anxious to get rid of me, Cordy?" Willow teased as she was changing.

"Angel and I haven't fucked since you got here," Cordy replied.

"Delia, I've been in LA for less than 24 hours."

"I know," Cordy whined, "and it's killing me."

Willow couldn't help but laugh at this. "A bit horny, aren't we Cordy?"

"A bit doesn't even begin to cover it, Wills," Cordy laughed.

"Yeah, I know that feeling," said Willow wistfully.

"Not enough fucking going on in your life?" Cordy asked.

"Worse. *NO* fucking going on in my life. I'm going to die if that stupid
bleach blond vampire doesn't make a move soon." Willow gave up all pretenses
of not liking Spike. Hell, Cordy wasn't blind, she knew how badly Willow
wanted Spike even if the redhead wouldn't admit it.

Cordy chuckled. "Don't worry, Willow, as soon as he sees you in that outfit
I guarantee Little Spike won't let you out of his sight for 48 hours, at
least."

Willow blushed. "Maybe, but I want to have something with Spike that extends
past a purely physical attraction. For some unknown reason, I think I've
fallen in love with him. Stupid moron.."

"Wills, it's sooo obvious that you two are head over heels for each other.
Believe me, his attraction isn't purely physical. Not that a purely physical
relationship is a bad thing.." Cordy giggled.

Willow unlocked the door of the stall and stepped out. Cordy's mouth dropped
to the floor. "Wow. Wow. Umm, that's really you."

And the outfit was totally Willow. The leather pants showed Willow's more
sensual personality, the personality she tried desperately to keep hidden
under the surface. Plus, they did a lot to accent her really cute butt. <
bad Cordelia, you've already got a hunk of flesh to slobber over.. > The
shirt, however, totally depicted Willow's innocence. A cute white knit
turtleneck that bared her midriff but still managed to scream, 'fuck me now,
I'm still a virgin here'.

"Thanks." Willow knew she was blushing again under Cordy's appraisal. She
wound her arms around her stomach self-consciously.

"Oh, stop that," snapped Cordelia, pulling Willow's arms away and taking one
last moment to admire her friend's flat stomach. "C'mmon, we're going back
to the apartment. I can't wait to see Angel's reaction to this one.."

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

Spike snickered in his sire's face. "You wouldn't bite me, you wanker."

Angel's face was getting closer and closer to his childe's. "Bet you'd like
that, wouldn't you, Spike my boy? Your sire, drinking your blood." Angel
trailed off, licking his lips. Spike's jeans became painfully tight. One
inch, just one inch, and Angel's lips would be pressed against his.

"Would you like that? Would you? Being shackled to a bed as I nip.. and
tease.. and slowly suck your blood?" Angel leaned forward and nibbled
Spike's neck with his blunt human teeth for effect. Spike's chest was
tightening at the older vampire's words and actions. "Maybe while Willow was
riding you? Hmm?" Angel purred. Spike couldn't help it. He was taken by the
scene Angel had painted for him, and didn't have the energy or willpower to
resist as Angel leant forward and captured his lips.

It was then that the door of the apartment burst open and Cordy and Willow
strode in.

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