Part 1
Angel looked up from his book. His dark eyes were automatically drawn to the locked bathroom door. "What is he doing in there? Cordelia doesn't spend this much time in the bathroom."
Willow looked up from her philosophy book. "Just be glad Spike doesn't have a reflection or you'd never get him out of there," she quipped as she wiggled her toes she had tucked under his thigh.
"Thank God for small favors, but seriously did he do this when you lived together in Sunnydale?" he asked.
"No, but he had his own room," she said absently. Her yellow highlighter was poised over the page.
"You don't think he's feeling crowded, do you? I mean when we lived together with Drusilla, he had his own room, too." Angel was worried. Their living conditions were a little cramped. The three of them shared one bedroom. <Maybe we should find a bigger place. Willow could use her own space to escape to when she wants to study. Spike always sought out his privacy when he got tired of being with Dru and me. Of course that wasn't an equal relationship like this one.>
Willow highlighted a couple of lines. Turning the page, she pulled her foot free and kicked Angel.
"What was that for?" he asked as he grabbed her bare foot.
"You're thinking too much. Spike isn't exactly the shy, soft-spoken type. If anything's wrong, he'd say something," she said as she marked another passage. "What time is it?"
He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Eleven."
"I've got an early class in the morning. I'm going to bed." She replaced the cap on the yellow pen and shut her book. Setting both on the coffee table, she stood and stretched. Her silk tank top pulled tightly across her breasts. She leaned down to kiss her lover good night. Angel tried to deepen the kiss, but Willow pulled back. "My class is at six. Go play with Spike." She turned and walked to the bedroom.
The red head learned early on that in this love triangle to vocalize her opinions. The two vampires could railroad her into almost anything, especially if they ganged up on her. There wasn't enough caffeine in Starbucks to keep her awake through her first week of classes. Her lovers satisfied her lust, but they couldn't take her tests for her so she told them they were on restrictions. No sex after ten. She'd tried to get afternoon classes, but one of her requirements was only offered at six.
As she passed the bathroom she could hear Spike singing off key. She knocked loudly and opened the door. Poking her head in, she said, "I'm going to bed." Spike removed his headphones and a smile lit up his face. "Alone. You'll have to play with Angel."
"Night, Red," he said before dropping a kiss on her lips. Willow left and Spike turned off his CD player.
****
"Are you happy here?" Angel asked as they entered the bedroom.
Spike looked at his sire. "Course," he said in a whisper. He unlocked his footlocker and dumped his things inside before locking it back up. He stripped and slid into bed beside Willow. She always slept in the middle. Spike on her right and Angel left of her. "Why do you ask?"
Angel moved quietly around the room removing his clothes. "I don't know. I realize that my place is kind of small. You're used to having more privacy."
Spike watched his lover remove his clothes. As each piece dropped to the floor he could feel himself respond. Willow moved closer to him. Her leg moved over his thigh. His hand automatically reached out to stroke her hair. "I'll admit that it is kind of small, but it's fine. Could use more closet space since Willow took over yours."
Angel slid beneath the sheets and settled on his side. He propped his head on his hand. "I was thinking maybe we should get a bigger place. I know Willow could use a spare room for studing."
"What about the studios on either side of this place? Anyone live there?"
"No. I suppose we can knock out a wall or something."
"Problem solved."
"Good. Now go to sleep," Willow mumbled. Both vampires chuckled and leaned across the sleeping red head. They kissed and dropped a kiss on their lover.
****
Angel pushed open the elevator door. He pulled his slimy sweater over his head. He tried wiping his hands on the top but only succeeded in getting more slime on him. "Yuck." He dropped the shirt into the metal garbage bin Willow picked up for just such occasions. He had dropped a bloody shirt in the hamper once without thinking and ruined several of her new clothes.
He pushed open the bathroom door with his elbow. It seemed to be the only part of his body that hadn't been slimed. He stopped in his tracks. Quickly he pulled the door closed quietly. He stood in the middle of the living room.
Willow walked into the apartment. She spotted Angel standing half naked in the living room. His back was to her. "Hey, Angel. Is the slime a new game you and Spike came up with?" she asked as she dropped her bookbag on a chair. When he turned to face her, she noticed the look of shock on his face. Rushing over to him she grabbed his shoulders, but quickly pulled her hands back. "Eww. What is it, Angel? What happened?"
"Spike. Bathroom," he said. He was trying to absorb what he saw.
Frightened, she ran to the bathroom and pushed open the door. She found Spike in the bathtub....singing his undead heart out.
"Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want. So tell me what you want, what you really really want. I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want."
She could hear the music from the headphones so she flicked the light off and on. He looked up started. Seeing Willow in the doorway he removed the headphones. She was trying to hold back her laughter. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Then you'd better get dressed and come reassure Angel," she said as she closed the door.
She grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped her hands off. Returning to the living room she tossed the towel to Angel. He still stood in the same spot with his mouth hanging open. "Clean up. Spike's fine."
"Are you sure it's not some sort of possession? I mean the Spice Girls?" He rubbed the towel over his chest.
Spike entered the room with just a towel around his waist. "What's going on?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Angel said as he looked at his childe.
Spike looked at Willow, not quite sure what happened. Willow leaned closer to the wet and naked vampire. "He knows," she said as she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Knows what?"
"Your secret. You didn't lock the bathroom door."
"Oh." He thought about which secret she was referring too. "Oh, that."
"The Spice Girls?" Angel asked.
"What's wrong with them?" Spike asked defending his choice in music.
"Next you'll be telling me you listen to the Backstreet Boys."
"Well," the blonde hesitated.
"No!"
Willow patted the dark vampire on his shoulder. She scrunched her nose as she came away slimed. Wiping her hand on the towel she smiled. "It's true. He likes pop music."
"Are you sure he's not possessed?" Angel asked.
"Still like the Sex Pistols," Spike pouted.
"Go take a shower, Angel." As he walked towards the bathroom, she called after him, "Don't forget to put those clothes in the Yuck bin."
She could hear him muttering. "Why the Spice Girls? Why not Britney Spears? Or that Christina girl. The Spice Girls?" Pausing at the bathroom door, he turned. "Which one do you like?"
Spike and Willow exchanged a look. "Always been partial to red heads," he answered.
"Well, that's something anyway," Angel said as he shut the door.
THE END